These images capture the evolution-or more accurately, morphing-from the 17-year-old former Barbadian pop tart who emerged five years ago equipped with a handful of Caribbean-flavored pop songs, into the self-possessed woman who brandishes her sexuality like a rapier, that she is today. I have a love/hate relationship with Rihanna. I enjoy her music, although I don’t believe she is the best live performer – her vocal’s aren’t as strong without studio magic – but hey, that’s just my view (I’ve seen her live). I just feel that this new overtly-sexual persona that she force feeds people – while undoubtedly fearless – is a touch contrived. This is no less, a shoot by Uncle Terry; someone who has voided the term ‘wallflower’ from his vocabulary. Stay classy Rihanna. Catch more body perfection here.