Lady Gaga’s recent accomplishments include having more “fans” on Facebook than any other living human. She crushed the 10,000,000 mark earlier this year, surpassing President Barack Obama. Not bad for a 24-year-old diva. Although far less exclusive, but obviously impressive, she can add the cover and interview with the venerable Vanity Fair magazine.

It’s not surprising that the majority of blogs and mainstream media focuses on re-reporting that she admits to using cocaine “occasionally.” By her own account, prior to her fame, Lady Gaga was an addicted mess that did “bags and bags of cocaine” until her father confronted her.

On a more interesting note, the Vanity Fair interview reveals that Lady Gaga admits to being “perpetually lonely” despite her global success. “I’m lonely when I’m in relationships,” she says. “It’s my condition as an artist.” That statement might be the truest one in there. Most of The 27s suffered creative burns that manifested themselves in loneliness and/or bad relationships.

Lady Gaga’s conversation with Vanity Fair continued. “I’m drawn to bad romances. And my song [Bad Romance] is about whether I go after those [sorts of relationships] or if they find me.

“I have this weird thing that if I sleep with someone they’re going to take my creativity from me.” Consequently, she says, “I’m quite celibate now; I don’t really get time to meet anyone.”

The read the whole thing, be sure to stop by a newsstand.

News about Dash Snow’s death has now been reported by the Guardian, the New York Times. Gawker broke the story yesterday, erroneously writing he was two years shy of his 30ieth birthday; Dash Snow died 27 years old.

Writer Ariel Levy wrote about Dash in much-read feature in New York Magazine two years ago:

“What makes the legend richer is that Dash Snow could very easily have lived a different kind of life, been a different kind of artist. Snow’s maternal grandmother is a De Menil, which is to say art-world royalty, the closest thing to the Medicis in the United States. His mother made headlines a few years ago for charging what was then the highest rent ever asked on a house in the Hamptons: $750,000 a season. And his brother, Maxwell Snow, is a budding member of New York society who has dated Mary-Kate Olsen. But Snow has concocted something else for himself. He has been living as hard as a person can-in and out of jail, doing drugs, running from the police-for a decade. He’s unschooled, self-taught.”

The web is filled with a mix of caring and vicious comments about Snow’s art and lifestyle, which go hand in hand. Fact is he was addicted to heroin, but his art was also displayed in major galleries in NYC, London, and LA–including the Whitney Biennial, and some of his works picked up by collectors over the past few years. There’s little doubt that Dash Snow, given this article, his De Menil pedigree, the anarchistic creative crew he was part of, and the widespread news about his death will leave a legacy like the rest of The 27s. The young, tragic death of an artist always seems to do that.