Rihanna Needs Fashion Help Now!
I’ve mostly moved beyond my Rihanna style obsession, which plagued me day and night for a year or two. Why did the addiction ease? Because the singer herself began leaving the house in such fugly outfits that I realized my image of her as a fashion icon was deluded in the extreme. Latest evidence: the little number in which RihRih appeared the other day in Los Angeles. The black bow at cooch level is demented and the limey sandals are worse. Can I get a witness, I mean a stylist?
