Alrigh' Rihanna, yisser PJ's are only bleedin' rapah', all silky 'n all... that or someone just roused you from a junket slumber with the words "You're in Tokyo, you're still on the Battleship press junket trail, now stand on your tippy toes beside the rest of the cast and look pretty - go, go, go, GO, GO!"
Try as you might to squint this ensemble into something resembling a kimono pant suit, or a much younger Hugh Hefner avec sex change, this is simply just a pair of pyjamas. Fancy pyjamas, but pyjamas nonetheless. They might be the outfit of choice for countless Dublinese teens, and some bananas on a kids' show, but for a blockbuster premiere?
In saying that, I'll take them over a prolonged encounter with her gusset any day.
