This photo was seven full years ago. We have had at least seven years of Rita Ora popping out of her house to cheer us up by wearing something Batshit McGee — often during the summer doldrums when everyone else was on vacation — and the anniversary of her dressing like basketball-themed graph paper is a bittersweet reminder that she will likely not be doing that this year. The good news is, I suspect Rita is like a Champagne bottle of fuggery: nowhere to go but big sartorial dreams, shaking and shaking and shaking the fashion bottle so that when the day comes that the cork can fly out, the hilarribleness will POUR OUT OF HER. And in the meantime, we will wrap ourselves in these checkered satin memories.
