Katy Perry. We’ve been a bit up ‘n’ down with this one, it must be said. She came to our attention with some too-close-to-the-bone homophobic lyrics (ooh, bone!), then reined it in e’r so slightly by saying lady lips were rather nice, then we bumped into our favouritist mouthy popsicle Adele who told us Katy Perry was in fact a ‘right laugh’ and we do love a ‘right laugh’, and c) and d).
Now she’s gone and posed – with a knife. A KNIFE, people – for some album artwork as shot (by which we mean photographed. Don’t want ‘Linda, outraged, from Hull’ getting all Points of View on our asses. Ooh, asses!) by one of our favouritist shooters of things suitable for being photographed, Terry Richardson.
Predicably – and understandably, say us, before anyone clenches their fists skyward – lots of people have been upset, saying it glamorises carrying a knife. That’s for Newsnight to decide (not Question Time, incidentally. It’s all rather too ‘he said, she said’ for our liking), but what we will say on the matter is that she’s now the name on everybody’s lips, and not just the ladies’. Kerching, etc.
ps. She kinda has the sort of face you want to slap, n’est-ce pas?