Back in the Soviet days, it used to be huge when a Western rock band got permission to go play in Moscow and the world would come together for just one moment in the love of rock and roll. Now it’s Rita Ora flashing her can in riding up leotards on stage for everybody to understand the precise source of pop music fandom. I know, so much better now.
Rita took the stage and worked on pushing every single of her worked out body parts into stage forward to make sure the camera and the crowd got a healthy dose of booty and crotch and boobtastc and everything in between. It’s probably not as shocking to Russian audiences given that their little principate has become the center of world adult content production and distribution since the fall of the USSR, but I’m sure they appreciate a hot woman with a nice body shaking her rump nonetheless. Pazhalooysta. Enjoy.
There are going to be silly teen music awards around the globe at any given time. And Rita Ora is going to do her damnedest to show up to as many as possible and win the red carpet with her her bodaciously exhibited bosom. She did a great job stealing many an award show here in the States with her diva funbags, now the Radio One Teen Music Awards in London town. And why not. She’s not exactly dressing trashy, just showy, in a way that teens, especially teen boys, can absolutely admire. I say that as a fully grown man with the maturity level and dreams of a teenaged boy. Trust me, I still know how they think.
Rita Ora’s music may not have caught my fancy to date, but her showy ways and hot body sure would encourage me to download her virtual self for a little holographic play time. Damn, when is technology going to get that Star Trek holo-deck good to go. I need to go camping with virtual Rita so we can be caught in a horrible rain storm and be forced to dry out our clothes over branches. I’d put out a ton of quarters and reserve that holodeck all afternoon. Rita, you are a stunner. Enjoy.
Rita Ora works hard for her body and she deserves, and we certainly deserve, to see every inch of her hard work. The pop diva has certainly upped her own ante in terms of public displays of flesh in the past year, whether that be onstage or merely walking down the streets of the British capital in a see-through mess skirt. Oh, yes, Rita, as you are well aware, we are all now staring directly at your booty. And the frontside is quite showy nice as well. I have to give this entire ensemble a Bill Swift fashion stamp of approval. That and $5000 will get you into the next Chanel show in Paris.
Rita Ora not only has a sweet booty, she knows how to work it. I admire that quality in a woman. It’s probably not something you can write down specifically on your resume, but if she somehow managed to show off her thumper skills during a job interview, she’d be my first hire. That’s probably illegal of me to say. I’m feeling very outlaw right now. Enjoy.
If you thought Fashion Week was over, think again. Fashion Week is never over! Never. It just moves from place to place like some kind of intractable rash. This week the fashion plates are all in London doing exactly what they did in New York last week only doing it with a British accent. And British boobtastic.
Rita Ora made a memorable appearance over the weekend at one of the many fine fabrics events, showing off her precious pert melons in a very revealing top. For a moment, I really thought her funbags were going to dangle forth from her top. Now, that would be fashion. Alas, Fashion Week isn’t that cool. Rita, let’s push the envelope even more when thing shebang gets to Paris. Enjoy.
Cleavage, Rita Ora
Of all the times for your pants to split and flash your thong wedged into your arse, the worst time would have to be the evening your launching your wearing one of the outfits of your launching clothing line. I must admit, I don’t quite understand the fashion need for floral track suits, but I have no doubt Rita Ora will eventually make bank on it and ladies everywhere will look like bathroom wallpaper. What do I know?
Well, I do know that a seam split, especially right between the cheeks, isn’t such a hot endorsement for quality of product. Not that it wasn’t a nice touch for us gentleman oglers who prefer our track suits velour and brown so we can relive the 70′s in comfort and style.
I see London, I see France, I see Rita Ora’s clothing line suffering a bit of a setback in confidence among consumers. Oh yeah, also her thongs. Nice panties call, Rita. You know, just in case your pants rip. Enjoy.
Made in America never sounded better, err, looked better, than when Iggy Azaelea and Rita Ora brought their Aussie-Britty hot stage and concert show to Los Angeles over the Labor Day weekend. I can’t comment much as to the music, but as to the two young pop divas prancing around the stage in showy costumes and pretending to kiss and fondle each other, well, you know how I feel about even pretend lesbionics.
Rita Ora absolutely stole the red carpet at last week’s VMAs, and Iggy Azalea and her stage-show thumper have been dazzling the lower brains of boys and men for the past year now. The two make a lusty duet. I like it. You add a striptease element to the staging, and suddenly you might have one of the best concert performances ever. Next time. Enjoy.
Let me first say, the Ice Bucket Challenge is genius in terms of how it’s raised so much money for such a worthy cause. I have nothing but praise for the people behind this benevolent mission. However, let’s be honest. After a few weeks of niche coolness, this challenge is quickly moving into cheeseball media territory with show producers and public relations dweebs trying to ride the meme train. So expect the ground-up-swell to die down soon. It’s like learning the President smokes weed too. What’s next?
Having said that, if it gets more skin baring hot celebrities to pour ice water over their heads on camera like Rita Ora, I’m down with the more corporate mission. Granted, ice water is not exactly the most warmly erotic of liquids to douse an attractive woman with, but I don’t think Rita would’ve done the same with oven warmed strawberry scented baby oil which would’ve been my first choice. Consider me ready to see iced down nipples on some of our most alluring female celebrities. Though I suspect most will not be down for ruining their coifs. Enjoy.