This was the genuine feeling: what is my life?! How am I even here?! I was overnighted super close floor seats to Lady Gaga’s performance at Wrigley field in Chicago in August of 2017. It felt magical and surreal and I felt like a queen—second only to THE queen Lady Gaga. Thank you so much, Chris and Interscope, for treating me so well. I was a sparkly Cinderella for a night, dancing my booty off to pop bops.
Since I wasn’t formally shooting, I didn’t bring my “real” camera, but I definitely brought a disposable, primarily to document the fans and fashion of the evening. It didn’t disappoint.
This was one of the two photographers who asked for my photo; I told him he could have it if I could have his.
My friend Matt came in clutch and showed up last-minute to hang out!
“Can I take your photo?” “Yes!—if you’re in it, too!” “Deal!”
Before the show, a couple photographers asked to shoot my outfit which, especially in Chicago, especially at a Lady Gaga show, feels like a huge compliment (because it is). One of the photographers was from a newspaper and the other was from WWD. This will show my naivety, but I figured it was like a local music or fashion publication or blog. Once I posted about it, one of my friends told me that actually it’s a pretty big deal. I had no ideal. I was just living my life in my $20 thrifted outfit in a gifted seat and somehow I ended up here, on WWD’s site. Anyways, I said it before and I’ll say it again: I don’t deserve any of this and I’m incredibly grateful to set foot in these spaces. Who would’ve thought this is where I’d end up? Not me. For sure, not me.
