My ambivalence toward Amber Rose, whose overnight celebrity is as capricious as her taste in clothing, was beginning to wane until I came across this recent pic of her leaving Villa Lounge in West Hollywood last weekend. I say, “do you”, but I can’t help but wonder why anyone would purposely be out and about looking like an Oompa Loompa with titties. Aside from abusing a bottle self-tanner, the girl goes out of her way to match her unoriginal hair with those omnipresent leggings, played-out watch, pack of Newports AND sunglasses that, for some reason, she decides to wear at night (I still don’t get it). You can take the girl out of Philly but you can’t take tacky out of the girl. Ford Models would not approve.
Jamiroquai is the greatest.
