CaCa wears a jacket by fashion designer Gareth Pugh on the cover art for “Applesauce” and so WWD’s reporter asked her if he was a big influence in the overall look for FARTPOP. What came out of CaCa’s mouth is some shit that Goopy Paltrow would write on an art school application if she got seriously stoned beforehand. CaCa could’ve just said “yes” or “no,” but she wouldn’t be CaCa if she didn’t barf out some chunky diarrhea of ridiculous pretentiousness.
“It’s interesting how you view things, and you look at it like, I’m a pop icon, and [you wonder] ‘Is this the image of the album? Is this the direction? Who came up with it?’ I think that’s so interesting because it’s exactly the kind of thing we’re trying to destroy. This is one jacket. This is one image. This is one moment. This is one statement. When you watch each image and you watch each thing come out, they might not look exactly the same. [I’m not] defined by the same designer or defined by the same hair cut or defined by the same icon. The statement is that I’m not one icon. I’m every icon. I’m an icon that is made out of all the colors on the palette at every time. I have no restrictions. No restrictions.”
Even Kanye’s telling this bitch to add a little gas to her humble tank. I think I sort of know what CaCa’s trying to say. She’s trying to say that she snatches shit from every icon so she’s basically a jacked-up wall collage of icons pieced together with homemade glue. I think that’s what she’s saying. But she should’ve just said, “Yes, bitch, because I rip every one off. The end. Now let’s go get a cronut.”
And now I’m mad because all night I’ll be singing, “I’m every icoooooon.”
Here’s CaCa looking like Marilyn Manson’s glue-sniffing younger brother in drag as Morticia Addams on meth at The 20th Annual Watermill Center Summer Benefit in Watermill, NY over the weekend.