Gaga as I am for Lady Gaga, I don’t make it to the Marc Jacobs party where she is scheduled to perform, even though by some miracle I have the coveted pink rubber bracelet required for admittance. But actually, I feel like I’ve been hanging out with Gaga all week — she was standing, pink-haired and sporting a little mask, with the photogs at the Jacobs show (how was she to know that Jacobs, that kilt-clad king of perversity, starts his event at 8:04, or about a half hour earlier than most...
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