Mr.StrictlyIntimate
the Life, the Love and the Sex of Vienna.Archive for Armani
LADY GAGA – The Born This Way Ball
I know, I am guilty. I am sorry. And I could (maybe even should) apologize a thousand times for not writing quite recently but you must know, my real life was getting the best of me and I found myself in a zone where I had mixed feelings towards the person I was becoming in the last couple of months. I was at a crossroads drifting right into moments of doubt when I finally found myself all shiny and new again believing in myself like I have never before. So I will save you the apology shit and just try to make it up to you.
You know, life gives you moments to decide whether you take the self-pitying road down to nowhere or the doubt-forgetting road up to where you belong – The STARS! I’ve decided for myself to be a star! And so should you.
It is time to stop thinking about doing something but really doing it. Like writing this blog here. Or, more recently I thought about getting an MA degree. I thought about that for over a year and finally I said to myself, ‘fucking do it NOW!’ and so I applied for a Master’s degree in Journalism and New Media and I was invited to the first round of entry exams. I had to wait about two months to get the next invite to the second and third round of entrance examination and you know what? About a month ago I got the news. I am in. I got one of the rare 35 spots. And I had to fight against over 250 others. So, if I can do it – so do you!
My new flat finally feels like a place I can call home. I have all my VOGUE and ELLE and all my books and clothes here. The furniture looks exquisite and I just feel great every time I enter my apartment through the double door entrance. Thank GaGa the dream of my own apartment came true.
And, when we talk GaGa we should talk ‘LADY GAGA – The Born This Way Ball’ which I attended last night. One word: EPIC!
It was the perfect mixture of all the words I love – Fashion, Music, Magic, Extravaganza, Spectacularity, Divinity and Love. (Okay, the last one is a word I only use in combination with things I love to do and never connected to people. You know my issues about this topic and because of a recent, quite painful event I have decided to keep this box of topics hidden from my life now.)
Let me tell you – Lady GaGa was amazing! I was so close to her that I almost cried because of a sudden rush of happiness to be this close to someone I would consider a) a real natural talent b) a style icon and c) someone the younger generation can look up to for inspiration, strength and love for something one does to get ahead in life! She truly is an inspiration to me. And her music a source of strength. When she played my two most favorite songs ‘Bad Kids’ and ‘Marry the Night’ I just lost it. My Monster claws have constantly been up in the air to support her and I knew she felt the support of all of us. It was simply divine. The best concert of my life and while I might still be talking in a rush of emotions here, I have to say that there have also been quite a few negative things about the organization of yesterday’s event. I just think you need to know both sides, the good and the bad. It is just the honest thing to write down. And you know me – I am all about honesty and straight forwardness. The 250 bucks for my VIP Ticket definitely weren’t worth it. And let me tell you – a lot of people were angry and have been crying. (The GaGa gift was a poster of the tour… could have guessed that. No one communicated that there would be just monster pit and no area for those in possession of a VIP ticket – what the hell where the 250 bucks for? Dinner and drinks? Sorry, but I could have had dinner before the event and bought my drinks at the main bar saving myself about 150 bucks. What a fail by the Organizers! I only got so close to her because I fought my way through all the gays and straights.).
But what was worth it was waiting for Lady GaGa – she just delivered an ecstatic, authentic, perfect show full of music, fashion and love! Thank you for that. It was divine. And she even performed a new song of her Album Project ‘ARTPOP’ – Princess Die.
LADY GAGA – The Born This Way Ball Setlist:
Act I
Space (intro)
“Highway Unicorn (Road to Love)”
Operation: Kill the Bitch (interlude)
“Government Hooker”
Birth (interlude)
“Born This Way”
“Black Jesus † Amen Fashion”
Emerging (interlude)
“Bloody Mary”
Mother G.O.A.T. Manifesto I (interlude)
“Bad Romance”
G.O.A.T Briefing (interlude)
“Judas”
Act II
“Fashion of His Love”
“Just Dance”
“LoveGame”
“Telephone”
Act III
Mother G.O.A.T. Manifesto II (interlude)
“Heavy Metal Lover”
Speech
“Bad Kids”
“Princess Die”
“Yoü and I” (acoustic)
“Electric Chapel”
Act IV
Interlude
“Americano” / “Poker Face” (medley)
“Alejandro”
“Paparazzi”
Act V
“Scheiße”
Encore
“The Edge of Glory” (acoustic + album)
“Marry the Night”
Conclusion: If you have the chance to see her because she is in your city or close to your city, or if you do not mind traveling to see her, just fucking do it! And do it now! SHE IS A GODDESS!
XOXO
P.S.: For those of you who think by G.O.A.T. Lady GaGa refers to the animal I have to put the true meaning out there:
G.O.A.T. = Government Owned Alien Territory in Space which is also the whole theme of the ‘LADY GAGA – The Born This Way Ball’ Tour!
More Stops than Expected and the First Day at Europe Park Rust [S01E02]
Sunday 5:14 am – Part I
Since 4:14 back to train traveling – three stops to go. Approximated arrival at 8.12 am – if I get every single train right. Thank God to credit cards I could book all the tickets on the phone. Still Oebb is a complete disaster. I am sitting on the floor… in my Burberry Steadman Jeans – don’t they have any respect for high fashion?! S picked me up at the train station at 8.00 pm sharp and we went to his flat so I can take a shower and dress up in a whole new outfit (which is exactly the one I talked about above) and then he showed me the core of his city of studying and we got a few drinks (for me some double martinis with ice and a half slice of lemon) and then got back to his flat to get my stuff and get back to the train station. The fucking train should have actually arrived at 3:40 but hat a 34 minutes delay and therefore we waited over one hour to get he traveling Burberry back to traveling.
Outside it is raining as the train rushes through the station to the next stop – my first train change of three in the next upcoming three hours. At least I look good.
Burberry pieces of the moment – Trench colored Polo Shirt with the classic check on the collar and my Steadman Jeans – avec an Armani Belt and a Prada sleeve… and my black hot Dominici shoes. Good outfit for traveling. I feel confident. I am the guy in the traveling Burberry.
Hit of the moment: Bulletproof – La Roux – this track is so keeping me awake… everyone is sleeping and I am silently shaking myself into another dimension – who ever said sleeping is necessary is a liar, with the right tune and the right attitude your body handles any condition!
Update: 6:27 am
First stop successfully done. Train arrived too late but follow up train arrived late too – well, who ever said the oebb isn’t on time was right but at least no train is. Sun is shining slightly so I added a pair of Gucci shades to my outfit. Looks good, of course. I wonder if Burberry and Gucci are actual competitors or if they place themselves on different target markets and groups. Does anybody know anything about it?
Update: 7:06 am
Second stop successfully done. After my martinis, one beer, three coffees and two red bull I am actually not tired for I met people to talk to while being on this journey. But this stop was their end so I am on my own again. Still wearing the Burberry and my heavy trunk and a big brown bag – my MacBook feels heavier minute after minute. I should think about purchasing a MacBook Air for traveling issues.
Update: 7:26 am
Thank God the last train stop is done successfully too. I am in the last train to the scheduled meeting point and though two heavy delays I am perfectly on time. Just a little bit to go… ‘don’t get tired… don’t fall asleep… listen to the music and keep on moving a bit’ … I keep telling myself off the hook and it works.
8:12 am Ueberlingen, Germany. K and her boyfriend W pick me up from the train station – perfectly on time. We buy a small breakfast and then we fill the last few spaces left in the car with my luggage and my somewhat tired body. In the car I fell asleep for one hour and then I suddenly feel good and fine and not tired at all and I think – that is maybe just a trick my body plays because of my little power nap. Nevertheless, I welcome the fact of not being tired and we drive the last kilometers to my hotel to check in to room number 5 (a really pretty room I have to say and I feel a little bit like Carrie sitting here all wrapped up in my Burberry scarf and typing some of these lines – all the others are real time notes taken down on my iPhone or my MacBook while traveling in order to give you a little insight on my mental and physical condition) and then we are off to Europe Park.
Sunday: 9.37 pm – Part II
Europe Park was one of the most funny places I have ever been. Tomorrow we will be back there but now I think I will get myself to watch a dvd and to finally embrace a very comfortable bed and an even more comfortable sleep. K and W are staying at a near camping place because they love to camp. Well, I don’t. I never sleep on the floor… that is hardly an option. Never. K is done… finished… and tired – not done in a good way like being done by her beloved W the whole night through but like done because of a long day with a ridiculously switching weather and a tight schedule of riding every attraction with W and me. Burberry piece of the moment – just a Burberry scarf I am wrapped up in.
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
P.S. Knowledge of the Day – even I seem to be getting excited about some things like kids do. Nice to know. XO
First Stops [S01E01]
Saturday, 3:22 pm
So…this is how the whole journey starts. I am sitting in my train on the way to my first stop – Innsbruck… I have never been there but still I am kind of feeling that some surprises wait for me to show up – what will it be?
While I do not have anything else to do I entertain myself with Sex and the City: the Movie Part 1 and a lot of fashion and the latest issue of Harper’s Bazar before I start to get back to work a little bit because I do have a lot to write about.
Outfit: Cool but chic with a little touch of something that I do not usually look like – relaxed. So I am sporting a very simple white Levi’s T-Shirt with the label’s print, an anthracite cardigan by Zara, a 519 Levi’s Jeans, an Armani belt, a Petar Petrov silk Jacket, my black Boxfresh high ankle sneakers and my vintage Gucci shades. The little piece of Burberry for day one part one – Burberry wallpapers on my MacBook, my iPhone and my BlackBerry.
Update: 3:27 pm – so many cute guys on this train. Where the hell am I…McDreamy island?! As I shortly interrupt the movie I come to think about the ultimate things in my life – well, just like I always do while watching the life, the love and the shopping sprees of Carrie Bradshaw – and I as always have to point out that it seems to me that my only true love – if there is anything like this existing, actually – was, is and will ever be Fashion. There is nothing that can take so many characters and shapes at one time such as Fashion can – it can be moody, messy, flirty, chic, cool, arrogant, calm, down to earth, thoughtful, classic, basic, simple and/or a little bit too much. It can be big, small (almost non existent in its smallness sometimes), draped, shaped, body conscious, body forming, body hugging, soft and/or crunchy. It is everything at any given point of time because it is what you make of it. And that is the actual beautiful part about it. Fashion is all about you and the way you develop an instant instinct for what to wear in order to look super hot, super cool, super chic, super chilled or super elegant. Oh and if I have ever forgot to mention it – I want a closet that ridiculously huge just like Big built it for Carrie – so if a guy proposes one day he should better come up with something good like this and a ring, of course. With a closet like this a small Harry Winston is definitely something I would agree on.
Update: 4:33 pm – going through my outfit schedule in my head and flipping through the InDesign pages of clothing I have put together in order to know exactly what I have with me and what to wear to a certain occasion – you know… ALWAYS be prepared.
Update: 5:15 pm applying Gucci by Gucci Sport (if not wearing a sporty perfume to a chilled out look then why the hell did I buy it?), because after two hours of traveling I already feel a little bit de-freshened. There ain’t nothing better than a fees’ scent to cheer you up!
Update: 6:09 pm… seriously?! How weird can life be placing someone you have once slept with in the same train getting out where you once met him and spent several nights at his place? Thank Prada I neither got off the same station nor took off my shades. That would have been a shocker. Though, I remember he had one of the biggest dicks I have ever had…
Update: 7:24 pm– almost there… thought I felt a little bit exhausted because I am on my feet since 6.30 am but actually Lady GaGa makes me rock this fucking train. Amen Fashion my madre monster GaGa!
XOXO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate
P.S. Knowledge of the Day: Never travel without any Lady GaGa music to take with you on the journey. XO
Mr.StrictlyIntimate 