“It’s commentary, like, ‘I know what you think of me,’ and I’m alluding to that. You know, I have slept with a lot of guys in the industry, but none of them helped me get my record deals. Which is annoying.”
Lana Del Rey told Complex magazine that her song “Fucked My Way Up to the Top” is not about what you think. She did not sleep with some dude to land a record deal, thank you very much, and I find it annoying that this question follows her and other ladies through their careers. She seems to be feeling a bit dark and twisty these days, and in her interview, she talks about the pain her fame has caused her and what it means to have her work misinterpreted by the masses. According to her, those gold and platinum records don’t mean so much without supportive friends to share them with. [Complex]
“For me, the issue of feminism is just not an interesting concept … Whenever people bring up feminism, I’m like, god. I’m just not really that interested. … I’m more interested in, you know, SpaceX and Tesla, what’s going to happen with our intergalactic possibilities.”
Of all the dumb reasons various famous women have given for why they don’t identify as feminists or care about feminism, this one from Lana del Rey has got to be my absolute favorite. First of all, I love space — I’m going to see Neil deGrasse Tyson speak tonight, squee! — but I also love feminism and I’m so glad that there’s enough room in my heart for both and I don’t have to choose. Secondly, can we take a breather from asking every female celeb on the planet for their thoughts on feminism and instead ask them for their feelings on Tesla? Just to mix things up. [The Fader]
Seems like Lana Del Rey has traded her signature hair-sprayed bouffant for a headful of relaxed beach waves in the video for “West Coast,” the first single off Ultraviolence, her much-anticipated sophomore album.
The primarily black-and-white clip features Lana frolicking on the beach with a couple of gutter punks intercut with footage of the pop singer lounging with a MUCH older man in the back seat of a convertible. Directed by Vincent Haycock (Florence Against The Machine, Calvin Harris), the video then ends with overlapping color video of Lana being burned alive while wearing what looks to be a red Jessica McClintock, scalloped, off-the-shoulder prom dress. Keep reading »
Okay, okay, I get it, California, you want me to move back. I’m in! I’m game! And even if I wasn’t, the “Mad Men” premiere would have convinced me. It did not escape my notice that everyone at Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce Etc. Etc. Etc. is miserable except Pete Campbell, who has found a new zest for life after moving to Los Angeles. Seriously, I never thought I would say this, but California Pete is my spirit animal. “The city’s flat and ugly, and the air is brown, but I love the vibrations,” basically sums up the feelings coursing through me as I write this post from a hotel bed in Glendale. I’m also listening to Lana Del Rey’s new single, “West Coast,” which, if it wasn’t 45 years too late, would totally be Pete’s summer jam. Instead, it’s mine. Listen above!
This Aaron Paul -approved “Breaking Bad” parody music video, featuring a dead-on impression of Lana Del Rey, is pretty darn perfect. (It also contains spoilers, so don’t watch if you’re one of those weird people who hasn’t caught up with the rest of us real fans, ahem.) Sigh … what are we going to do without this show?! [YouTube]
I suppose if you absolutely insist on wearing black lace flares, a fringed band tee, a flannel shirt, and a backwards cap all at once, somewhere, some way, some how, a Courtney Love concert might just be the right (or only) place to do it. Right, Lana Del Rey? [Photo: Fame/Flynet]