As history* and social media timelines have proven, Rihanna on vacay is a woman unbothered. Unbothered by time, meddling paparazzi, and certainly the constraints of clothing.

All fux are eschewed and out of Rihanna's suitcase comes tumbling a kaleidoscopic pile of Lycra, mounds of semi-precious jewelry to accessorize with, and adventurous headpieces to block out everyone's shade.

Hence, why her blindingly colorful Hawaiian vacation wardrobe from this past weekend was peak Rihanna "R&R" splendor.


There was that barely-there pizza-printed  two-piece that matched her new "marinara red" hair color.


There was that¬†barely-there swimsuit cover-up ‚ÄĒ a term I use loosely, as it covered not a damn thing.

There was that Simone Rocha trench thrown over some barely-there boom boom shorts for a quick 7/11 stop.


There was that skin-tight neon orange two piece bike shorts number that was Boca Raton meets BadGal.


And despite her no-pants trend, RiRi did find a pair at the¬†end of her tropical vacation ‚ÄĒ just in the form of a funkadelic Celine jumpsuit that cost more than a car note.

As if we should expect anything, well, less from the style icon.

Marjon Carlos is a style and culture writer for Fusion who boasts a strong turtleneck game and opinions on the subjects of fashion, gender, race, pop culture, and men's footwear.