Last time I wrote about Rihanna, I said she was dressing like the heroine of a recently-discovered lost Judith Krantz novel, and I’m pleased to note that trend continues. If last time, she was “a very rich and very eccentric 1980s musician/entrepreneur whose tumultuous relationship with an Olympic swimmer causes conflict in the ranks of her high-powered CD-ROM company when he discovers that his famously evil ex-wife is actually Rihanna’s CFO,” this time, she’s in costume as that CFO. I’m still interested in purchasing this book.
