This dress looks like a blanket she threw together one night while she was binge-watching You, and it gets me to thinking: How can I finagle leaving the house wearing an actual blanket? Maybe with some statement jewelry and a strong red lip? If I PRETEND that the weighted blanket I’ve flung over myself and am dragging around behind me is clothes, who can say otherwise?
What are the odds that any of the people taking pictures of this moment actually know who Rita Ora even is?
Maybe they just love pink.
