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Let's see, we've got the " Can't Remember To Forget You" singer sitting courtside, BFF Melissa Forde, a man we're gonna call Bartholomew Q. Kneeflowers, the latest clutch from Illuminati Couture, a white tank top, but —OH LOOK!— no bra.
Lest you think we're being shady, we're just going to stop you right there. We fully applaud Rihanna's totalno-dus bra-perandiwhen it comes to putting together her lewks. As she broke it down in the March 2014 issue of Vogue: "If I'm wearing a top, I don't wear a bra… If I'm wearing a bra, I just wear a bra." The 4/20 pastiesare the exception that PROVES the rule.
Unless… Could Rihanna be all about that no-bra life for a purpose higher than looking flawlessly uninhibited? (Also, could there even be such a purpose?!) Like, what if it's some sort of superstitious good-luck charm she whips out for her maybe- boyfriend Drake? He is the Raptors' global ambassadorfor courtside lint-rolling, after all.
Either way… Don't stop now, Rih!
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