Katy Perry, strutting her goods at some party, on some carpet, at some Grammy weekend event. Which party/which carpet/which event is all inconsequential. Looking like this, she could've been auditioning for a role in the next Twilight flick and I'd be infinitely intrigued.
Some of her music qualifies as "guilty pleasure" around these parts; Perry herself, however, is straightforward pleasure, minus any prosecution or defense. Something tells me that she and I would hit it off, too. Oh well, another one of the many "will never happen...get a life, loser" follies.