Katy Perry is standing in front of a mysterious object, a jumble of shapes that you can’t interpret because she’s blocking most of it. She’s looking to your left, not at you, and is intensely holding an expression with her mouth in a smile that doesn’t convey any joy. She’s sick of this event (whatever it is, “Los Angeles, January 2010″ is all Getty Images will tell you about it) and all the photographs, or maybe her face just looks like that, now. She’s wearing what’s otherwise an unremarkable ecru shirt with golden floral prints, otherwise unremarkable except that it looks like it’s torn along the side — obviously its intentional, expertly distressed in some Bangladeshi factory, but the effect looks deliberately haphazard — from the armpit to the top of her ribcage. Most of this hole is covered by her left arm, but you can still see the side of her boob.
Previously: The Huffington Post Has a “Sideboob” Section