Rihanna popped along to the GRAMMYS yesterday wearing a divine red custom made Azzedine Alaia scarlet dress, Neil Lane jewellery, and Manolo Blahnik heels.
The 24-year-old’s nipples are giving me a touch of the Marty Feldmans.
Unfortunately anything positive I have to say about the singer ensuring her lady bits were safely tucked away from public view have been fully negated by her sitting by an extremely coked-up Chris Brown throughout the ceremony after attending the Roc Nation pre-GRAMMY brunch at SOHO House with him on Saturday.
Ross the friendly Guinea Pig who acts as Kelly Osbourne’s insta-slimming side-kick on E! mentioned that Ri Ri smelled ‘like a garden’ as she wafted by him on the red carpet last night.
Judging by her talking like a slowed down record I think he meant a field of medical marijuana rather than a garden.
How she manages to communicate with Chris Brown – who was clearly so cranked up on cocaine he practically raped a terrified Kermit The Seacrest live on E’s red carpet – makes the mind boggle.
I bet Rihanna answers questions Chris has asked her roughly ten days later if last night’s anything to go by.
Anyway, bell-end Brown (who was wearing Lanvin and said it didn’t matter that he crashed his car on Saturday as he’d buy another one) won a GRAMMY.
Hurrah we officially reward women beaters now. Chris also refused to stand up to acknowledge another of his victims- Frank Ocean – when he lost out to him in the best album award category.
What a sweet and touching way to celebrate the anniversary of Chris beating the crap out of Rihanna just over four years ago.