It’s unfortunately that time of year again, Gossipers. The time of year where the Daily Mail posts eighty articles a minute and we all have to pretend we care and tweet about it.
I of course talk about fashion’s lamest day, the Met Ball, which, organised by the scary-looking Anna Wintour from Vogue, held its annual fundraising gala and went for the oddly-picked blasphemous theme of Catholicism.
While the vast majority of B and C listers in attendance interpreted the theme loosely and only went as far as choosing dresses sporting cardinal reds or virginal whites, Rihanna went hard, dressing in a slutty Papal outfit and looking like a freakish creature from a futuristic dystopia imagined by the The Wachowskis and realised into another bomb movie.
I am a big fan of Rihanna and rate her as one of the top artists around, but I’ve never found her to be particular inspired when it comes to style and yesterday I was proven right once again.
BUT we’re still putting you on trash watch, R.