Maxim brings the hottest female stars to FOXNews.com every Monday. Today, meet pop music's wildest new diva, Lady Gaga.
Morton’s Steak House is not the kind of place you expect to run into vamp-tastic Lady GaGa. It’s very business casual, the speakers pipe Sinatra into the johns, and the palette is all ambers and browns, like you’re eating in a cigar box.
So when the foul-mouthed, pants-allergic, electro-loving pop princess behind “Just Dance” and “Poker Face” walks in for our Q&A, there’s hardly a person in the dining room who doesn’t do a double take.
GaGa, born Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta 23 years ago in Yonkers, New York, is wearing giant gold sunglasses, a lavender leather jacket, and white vinyl capris.
“I’m dressed conservatively today,” she says. “I should take off my pants just to freak them out!”
MAXIM: This interview was supposed to take place at your house. What happened?
Lady Gaga: My concerts are about me being very private in public, but I’m very protective. My apartment is my stage, and my bedroom is my stage—they’re just not stages you’re allowed to see. When you let a bunch of people in there, they f*** with that energy and it becomes a circus. Put it another way: Everybody wants me to show my vagina to the world all the time. And the truth is, I don’t have to.