I just love Sia. Never has anyone seemed so delighted to be anywhere, ever:
Does she KNOW her knee cut a peephole? It doesn’t matter, because she probably doesn’t care, because she just wants her knee to have as much fun as she herself is having. If I had to draw the person who sang “Breathe Me” and those few Zero 7 songs, she would look nothing like this. Which I don’t mean as an insult; just as an example of why the world can be an awesomely surprising place, as I had imagined someone sultry and maybe a little sullen and hungry for complex carbohydrates, more Fiona Apple than an eccentric life-loving free spirit in the face of whose glee it’s impossible not to smile.
Seriously, just try to reconcile the sexy, breathy voice with a woman who is wearing a sequined caftan and so many colored bangles on her left arm that at first I thought it was a repurposed legwarmer. I mean, picture that Kate Bosworth/Alaric-from-Vampire Diaries love scene from Blue Crush, and then imagine panning over to see Sia standing next to them singing “Destiny” live, possibly wearing winky leggings and a sequined shroud. Wait, actually, that makes the whole thing better, even if it’s discordant. I cherish her and her joy. Never change, friend. If wearing a sequined caftan is the key to being delighted a lot of the time, then I am heading to eBay RIGHT NOW.
