Thursday, April 1, 2010

Fergalicious... Oh, yes I *did* just type that.

Fergie's stage wear is ridiculously killer, and is totally designed by my girl Amy Thompson, the woman who defined "futuristic" with a photograph.

It's like H.R. Giger's vision of a sci-fi superhero, and it pretty much encapsulates everything about the Black Eyed Peas' vibe these days:

That is the perfect illustration of what good stage wear should do:

Transform an artist into a finely-tuned, fantastical version of themselves. Who would totally win in any fight/dance-off.

Plus, when your objective is to put on an entertaining show, having a screaming spectacle of an outfit can't be a bad thing.

(I kinda love how Lady Gaga brought the "spectacle" back to the forefront of Pop Music with a wave of her haute couture lobster claw.)

Speaking of which:

Could you imagine being this woman's friend on a day-to-day basis?

It'd be like:
"Hey, Gaga! ... Oh... I didn't realize that you were going to be Old British Secretary today... Could you call me when you get back to Drunk Girl in Outer Space?"

... Yeah, at this point there's really no coherent way to end this post.

So here.


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