Good girl gone mad.
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The baddest bitch in the heels is right here, right now. One of the fiercest, most fabulous, most ferocious, Rihanna is young, free, and very f*cking single. From ripping out her regulation record-label weave to ditching H&M for Hussein Chalayan, she’s had us all throwing up our Umbrella’s and begging her, Please, Ri Ri, Please Don’t Stop The Music. Returning to public life last November after that Chris Brown incident, Rihanna took it triple-X with her fourth album, Rated R. She yearned for Rude Boys, admitted she was Stupid In Love, and played Russian Roulette; but through it all she stayed Hard with her blacked-out shades and blacked-out Mayyyyyybach. Whether drinking whiskey at the Spotted Pig with Jigga Man, gracing the front row of Galliano and Gareth Pugh or doing confessionals with Diane Sawyer, Rihanna is more than amazing. She’s beyond.
“I love women–love them–but I’m not gay.”
Rihanna for The Lovers of Life Issue, Pre-Fall 2010.
From top. Cover: Rhianna wears dress Dolce and Gabbana. Look two: Rings and earrings model’s own. Look three: Blazer Balmain. Bra customised by stylist’s studio. Look four: T-shirt customised American Apparel. Hat, skirt and leggings Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci. Bra customised by stylist’s studio. Earrings and rings model’s own.
Text: Hattie Collins
Photography: Willy Vanderperre
Styling: Panos Yiapanis
