Edited by Amanda Gabriele on
Rihanna, I love you, but your fashion sense as of late has been getting on my last nerve. Out of all the tops in all the world, you choose this ruffled, midriff-baring, tranny-mess of a number. And in Paris? Big mistake woman. What happened to your avant-garde, unique and fun style? Now you look like an extra from Clueless. I stopped dressing like Cher and Dion over a decade ago; now it’s your turn to follow suit.
Thanks to Just Jared for the photos.
I stole my first pair of platforms from the Spice Bus in 1997 when Anglophilia was all the rage. Collector of vintage bags, vinyl and kitchen appliances. My dream of becoming a butcher is momentarily on hiatus so I can teach you how to wear muumuus and apply false eyelashes. Follow me on Twitter @CrystlMeatballs.