“Did Rihanna—a lady who as soon as schlepped 55 kilos and 1,000,000 US {dollars} value of Guo Pei couture up the steps of the Met—simply prioritize consolation?” trend editors requested each other in disbelief, clutching their Bottega Veneta Sardines like emotional assist animals. “What do you assume would occur,” a fellow author texted me, “if Rihanna turned a capsule wardrobe evangelist?”
British Vogue’s Daniel Rodgers, ever the stoic, tried to take all of this on the chin whereas unconvincingly deploying the phrase “utilitarian” to explain Ri’s look, whereas I Slacked folks that previous Karl Lagerfeld chestnut about sweatpants and refreshed the Financial Times homepage in case the inventory market crashed.
It was one thing of a aid, then, to see Rihanna crop up on the wires at Nordstrom Century City on Thursday in an outfit that learn the idea of “sweater climate” for filth. The (let’s face it: retired) musician arrived for the launch of Savage X Fenty Lavish Lace in a camo-print corset from her latest Diesel collab that obscured exactly nothing. This wasn’t lingerie dressing, to be clear; it was merely lingerie, paired with a Fendi coat and Swarovski-embellished YSL mules with shades of Sugar Kane Kowalczyk to them (not that Rihanna ever will get the fuzzy end of the lollipop).
