It’s so nice to see that Rita Ora hasn’t given up her commitment to fugcellence.
I cannot imagine how uncomfortable it must be to wear that many yards of leather — much less leather that alleges to be pants, but is actually more like each leg requested its own, solitary, massively expensive sweat lodge experience. What do Rita Ora’s thighs see during a hallucinatory meditation? Her wardrobe already IS a hallucination. Do you think they have visions of themselves wearing normal clothes?
Is that a prescription ovary-warmer, or can you get that over the counter?
[Photos: Pacific Coast News, Splash]