The Sword, the Songs, the Savior: Insights on the Fandom of Carly Rae Jepsen

Around her, the steep falls and pits of a weathered kingdom. Nothing remains here — nothing but the shining majesty of a young woman clad in a white dress, accented by black spots, hair blonde as the driven snow of her Canadian homeland. She’s not royalty — not here, anyway, where the ghosts of history echo louder than any of its current inhabitants.