I’m not entirely sure this is the same dress her bestie Rihanna wore back in January 2011, but it’s definitely close. It’s kin. It’s a cousin. They are siblings separated at birth who walk into a room and are like, “Damn, am I looking at my own face?” They are a Lifetime movie.
It looks less mysteriously frumpy on Katy, for sure, but it’s still not what I’d call attractive. And her decaying purple roots and vixenish plum lips give her a strange aging Goth look. The whole thing suggests she’s about to open a shop on Austin’s Sixth Street full of pervy novelties and a back room of sex toys, because shh, don’t look now, but fleecing drunk college kids is the only way she can stand being up past midnight.