Fugger: Katy Perry
deep and abiding display of mental sophistication, a lot of other stuff got lost. Let us rectify that.
Katy Perry’s new fragrance is called Killer Queen, and I assume, therefore, that it smells like Freddie Mercury (so, showmanship, capes, and tremendous pipes? I could go for that):
This does not explain why she’s dressed like what would have happened had Cher Horowitz been forced to turn to milk-maiding to make rent money.
Is her dress trying to hypnotize me?
I guess we’ll find out when I start dissecting whether I like the hip kerchiefs with the dated white boots (Carrie Diaries, you should call her), and then suddenly I’ve gone from talking sense to clucking like a chicken anytime anyone says the word “hmm.” Bok bok bwooook. Uh-oh.
Note: Sadly this isn’t a Fug the Hellshow of the whole thing; just of what people wore during notable performances. I couldn’t bring myself to go into this again THAT deep, and I say that as someone who watched Sharknado TWICE. So you know this was bad.
Coco Rocha already wore to the Met Ball, but WHY would you set yourself up to be in a Who Wore It Better with COCO ROCHA??!?! That is not going to end well unless you are, like, Karlie Kloss and possibly not even then. It just feels like setting one’s self up for failure.
Who do you think wore it better? Get your judgement on in the comments, please.
Katy Perry’s “Salute To the Mid-90s” long program is expected to get high scores, even from the Russian judge.