This morning, I woke up with Lady Gaga singing in my head. Bad Romance, to be exact. It played in my head all morning and I shrugged it off, thinking, well, blame the group performances on Hollywood Week.
And then the cab I got on played Lady Gaga. Poker Face and Bad Romance.
And then T told me Alexander McQueen is dead, of an apparent suicide.
Then I got the chills. Maybe that was why Lady Gaga was in my head. Maybe, unknowingly, I was already mourning his death and celebrating the genius that he is.
Long live McQueen.
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