I have never in my life consistently had to cobble together this many thoughts about Rita Ora. I don’t even think I HAVE enough thoughts about Rita Ora to match the number of times she’s leaving the house lately.
She may surf this ANTM wave straight to the Fug Madness Final Four. This isn’t nearly the worst of it, but the pants aren’t stellar and the shirt is… a wrap-snap vest that is trying to self-remove. Actually… honestly, this doesn’t strike me as being so far from something Tyra herself would wear. Perhaps Rita is channeling her. “O Captain, My Captain,” she might whisper, daily, as she climbs atop an end table and gazes at a photo taped to the wall.