“It’s from my coke years. 2005 was where it began, and I thought I was gonna die. I never really did the drugs for the high — it was more the romanticism of Andy Warhol and Mick Jagger and all the artists that I loved. I wanted to be them, and I wanted to live their life, and I wanted to understand the way that they saw things and how they arrived at their art. And I believed the only way I could do this was to live the lifestyle, and so I did. So it wasn’t about getting high — it was about being an artist. About waking up in the morning at 10:30 and doing a bunch of lines and writing a bunch of music, and staying up for three days on a creative whirlwind and then panic-attacking for a week after. It was one of the most difficult times in my life, but it was important for me to experience, since it unlocked parts of my brain. But I wouldn’t encourage people to do it for that reason — you can arrive at all those things on your own.”
In “An Ode to the Beautiful, Dirty, Rich,” photographed by Steven Klein, Lady Gaga was in her old run down Lower East Side apartment. Inside, Gaga is sitting at a beaten up piano with bloody, bandaged fingers, crumpled sheets of paper and yellowed pieces of sheet music spread across the floor and atop the piano. She has dark crystallized circles under her eyes, much like she did when she met the Queen…
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