Take my closet for instance - if a casual, non-objective observer were to look through my wardrobe, I am certain the picture they formed in their head of the wearer wouldn't look at all like me. In fact, it would probably resemble someone like this:
Sadly, I am not Lady Gaga. My life doesn't resemble hers at all. I have a full time desk job, and my nights are spent either at the gym, watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians reuruns, or thrift shopping (most recent score - a $5 vintage Dior jacket...thanks, you guys!).
So why, you ask, do I own a sequin bolero? I don't know.
The leather pants? Can't help ya.
Lace gloves? Patent leggings? Fur capelet? ...Who the hell knows.
It may be that, in my head, I yearn for Gaga's beautiful-dirty-rich lifestyle - or at least I want to dress like I do.
All I know is that, when it comes to my closet, Gaga would loves it and PETA would hates it....and maybe that's enough for now.
...Oh, give me a break, it's vintage. The animal would be dead by now, anyway.*
*Disclaimer: when it comes to animal cruelty...we hates it. No furry little bitches were harmed in the writing of this blog.