If Kanye West’s wife, Bianca Censori, wants to do something truly shocking and edgy, here’s an idea.
Wear some clothes. Real clothes — not deconstructed pantyhose and high heels, or tape or a throw pillow.
Actual cloth that obscures what the Lord gave ya. What. A. Concept.
At Sunday’s Grammy Awards, Censori, with the rapper by her side, stepped onto the red carpet wrapped in a dramatic, floor-length fur … which she dropped to the ground to reveal everything.
A tiny, sheer slip dress with no underwear. Unencumbered by fabric or shame.
The stunt was meant to replicate the cover of West’s “Vultures 1” album from last year, which features Censori’s bare backside.
It was also a primer to get eyeballs to a Yeezy commercial that aired later in the show: exploiting her bare bottom to sell his sweats.
Maybe it sold a few more pairs of house slippers, but Censori’s naked twirl was a big, fat yawn. Nudity is her default.
We’ve already seen her bazingas more times than we can count. Never mind the frequent showcase of her butt crack. Remember when she walked around Italy wearing nothing but a throw pillow over her tender bits?
The lone undiscovered frontier of Censori’s flesh? Photographs from her colonoscopy.
West, who has a history of disgusting antisemitic comments, has long exhibited strange tendencies toward his significant others. He treats them like Barbies to dress up as he pleases. Or, in Censori’s case, undress.
The rapper has never been interested in having an equal. He’s making custom sex dolls.
First it was vixen Amber Rose, then Kim Kardashian.
The latter has talked about him purging her wardrobe: “I walked in my room and there was an entire room filled with all new clothes and all the stuff he wanted to fill back up my closet with and it was really cool new designers –– I hadn’t even heard of some of these designers before,” she told Kelly Ripa in 2015.
Then “Uncut Gems” star Julia Fox was West’s arm candy, wearing S&M inspired looks he put together. On their second date, he filled an entire hotel suite with clothing.
“It was every girl’s dream come true,” Fox told Interview Magazine at the time. “It felt like a real Cinderella moment. I don’t know how he did it, or how he got all of it there in time … Like, who does things like this on a second date? Or any date!”
West, that’s who. A creep whose sexual kink seems to be dressing and making over women. It’s the stuff of twisted horror films.
How lucky he found Censori, who is thoroughly committed and faithful to his vision of humiliation. He apparently directed last night’s spectacle, with a lip reader reporting that he told Censori, “You’re making a scene now.”
When it was proclaimed in 2024 that boobs were back in fashion thanks to Sydney Sweeney, it was meant to embrace the playful, flirty and suggestive.
To put it in broader cultural terms: Too much cowbell, Bianca.
But she’s a craven performance artist whose poison is porn — and her husband, a former proselytizing Christian, is her director and co-star. (Lest we forget, they also disgustingly took part in a public sex act on a boat in Italy.)
Now West has reportedly lost a $20 million deal to perform in Tokyo, thanks to his tacky stunt last night. It’s certainly not the first time his antics have sunk a giant business deal, nor will it be his last.
But the act is not only self-destructive, it’s tired and predictable — perhaps the worst thing West the provocateur could imagine for himself.
