It’s no secret that Rihanna has a thing for Instagram. She regularly posts ultra-sexy photos of herself in both designer duds and various states of undress, which is exactly what I would do if I were famous, rich and really, really hot. (Honestly, if somebody came up to me and said, “Hey, here’s this Marchesa dress, all you have to do is pull it up to your navel and add a Walden filter,” I might say yes.) That said, I do not think there is any way I would wear the transparent mesh shirt Riri wore to a Balmain after party during Paris Fashion Week last night.
The first thing Rihanna wore (shown above) was actually really cool. Backstage at the Balmain show, Rihanna layered gorgeous shades of olive and let the neckline go lower than a Spice Girls costume. I am a fan of the getup, particularly when paired with her sleek bob; I think it’s super sexy without looking over-the-top in the direction many fashion week attendees tend to veer.
For the Balmain after party, however, Rihanna opted for a more, ahem, sheer look. And by “more sheer” I mean “all the nipples.” Behold in this picture taken by Jeremy Scott (a la McDonald’s Couture) with The Misshapes‘ member Leigh Lezark:
Now, I am not knocking Rihanna for showing her nipples; hell knows that nipples are practically a staple of high fashion runways everywhere. I just personally hate mesh because it looks awful on everyone and reminds me of my Hot Topic days. Indeed, my 15-year-old self and my 15-year-old friends would lurk around the mall in large pants and fishnet shirts, calling people conformists and being laughably oblivious to irony. Now, I have since forgiven myself for being such a douchemuffin, but I have not forgiven mesh–no, mesh deserves no one’s forgiveness, no matter whose body it’s
inhabiting being worn by.
That said, I do have to applaud Rihanna for keeping shit interesting, and therefore cannot complain or criticize too much. I think it’s awesome when women reject the notion that our nipples should be covered every second of the day while men’s do not share an iota of the same stigma. I just wish she hadn’t used mesh to show ’em off, but I guess we’ll just have to resolve ourselves to the fact that we laugh because she’s different, she laughs because we’re all ~*the same*~.