Today Katy Perry bundled up on her bike like some Star Wars character, concealing every inch of skin to escape the paparazzi. (She failed, of course.) Just hours later, her barely-covered performance thrilled a Victoria's Secret show. Symbolism?
If we were interpreting this stark change of outfits for our sophomore English seminar, we'd say something about how Katy Perry is dually imprisoned by her fame: Outdoors, by the crushing panoptic gaze of the paparazzi; indoors, by the never-ending pressure to provide the celebrity-industrial complex that supports her with its pound of (exposed) flesh. Luckily we can just post these pictures and laugh about it.
Here's Katy riding around like a stormtrooper on her bike today in New York: