Is Katy Perry having an identity crisis?

NEWSFLASH: Katy Perry has done the unthinkable and appeared relatively sedate, which is a far cry from her usual Flintstones inspired fuckery and drag queen makeup tendencies.  In town to promote her new single, Katy arrived at the Elvis Duran morning show in this shapeless schmata fished out of the bargain bin of a Forever 21 sample sale.  Gone was the jewelry box ballerina in Candyland.  The gumdrop pooping princess with the whipped cream shooting rack has been replaced by a Japanime goth on a budget that looks like she has a lot of experience meeting guys at truckstops.  The overall effect is quite cheap, but that's the general Katy Perry vibe anyway.  She was great with the fans though, signing autographs, posing for photos and making this goofy face for me when all I asked for was a smile, giving me hope that the shiny, quirky schtick isn't gone forever and making the trip to Tribeca (which is a fucking HIKE from my apartment, especially after a tough morning workout) worthwhile.