“I’M BY NO MEANS NORMAL”
Orianthi doesn’t blend in. Even in her home city of LA, a veritable hotbed of glamorous freaks, the Adelaideborn virtuoso stands out; her assemblage of trilbys, luminous feather boas, leathers, babydoll lips and huge sunglasses give her the look of a Sunset Strip cowboy, with a pleasingly weird edge. The mononymous name helps. She’s no girl-nextdoor, and nor does she want to be.
It all compounds the already commanding effect of her six-string chops, honed over years of A-list collaborations and solo hits that began in her teens. If Prince and Billy Gibbons had a hippie millennial daughter, it might have been Orianthi.
“I’m by no means normal,” she says, laughing dryly, her Aussie
