*stands up and starts the slow hand clap*
Werk it Solo, WERK!!
Just so you know, the reason my admiration is blogworthy is because well... I'm not a fan of homegirl. Oh and even worse her Curious George-esque sense of style.
DEAD FISH EYES
Don't get me wrong. I understand that fashion is all about expressing individuality. And that being a true trendsetter means pushing the envelope, staying ahead of the curve and yada,yada, yada.... But whatever with all that. 'Cause at the end of the day, when I look at Solange and everything about her appearance and behavior scream one thing to me: 'passive aggressive whoring for attention'.
And guess what? I'd rather not.
Here's the thing: If deep down inside you want people to watch and obsess over your every move, then be about it. Admit you wanna rule the world and don't stop until you achieve superstar status. It's a lot... but I can definitely respect that.
What I cannot respect is the fake-out tomfoolery. You know, like getting knocked up at 17, attempting to justify a messy shotgun marriage by insisting he was your high school sweetheart when your ass were home schooled, randomly going off on journalist/reporters that question your choices, using a common haircut as a publicity stunt, singing 1.5 decent songs out of waaaaay too many and then pretending like you don't understand why folks are bothering to talk shit.
I'm just saying.
But back to the dress. I'm feeling like I need that article of clothing in my life. So if anyone could point me in the direction of the designer, I'd be much obliged. 'Preciate ya.