The killer bees at my second home HoneyMag.com was able to snag Solange for her first photo shoot post-big chop to talk about motherhood, dating rumors and upcoming album. Let basement baby be great.
Honey: Let’s just start with the question that’s on everyone’s minds: the big chop. We fell in love with the cut right away. We wanted to shoot you before the cut, but we were really excited when we saw it because we could really get fashion-y.
I guess you just go through different phases in your life. I was pretty much at the point where I needed the change and I needed to focus my energy on more productive arenas. I was putting too much into my appearance and I needed to make this about growth and going to the next stage of my life. I felt like I was being distracted by something as simple as hair. I’ve always been really fearless about change. I’ve cut my hair the same way when I was 16 and again when I was 18. This was my third time.
According to Wikipedia, Solange is a French name taken from Saint Solange, who is a locally-venerated Christian Saint. The saint was the patron of the traditional Province of Berry. Fast forward to modern days and Solange Knowles is fucking royalty.
In France of course.
Here is the wig crypt’s holiness at the BCBG Max Azria show in New York City on Wednesday night. Sporting her shortly cropped cute cut, she posed for pictures with some of the show goers, including that chick that threw shade at her sister earlier this year in a “track that wasn’t supposed to be released.” Looking fresh faced and happy, Solange is set to take the world by storm. If she can just log off of Twitter. Watch out now!
A little back-to-back dirty rice sauciness never hurt nobody. I am still stuck on Solange and I sharing similar taste in hoe couture. I always joke around about being having the proud blood of Agnes Dereon pumping through my veins but this may just be the validation I need to have my creole credentials sent to me. I knew I loved that chicken from Popeye’s more than the average for a reason. God is in the building.
Don’t get it twisted, I’m not posting these pictures just to gasp, stare, point, and analyze Solange’s hair a day late. Frankie’s knee cap wigs supplies me with all the life I need just fine, thanks! I’m more interested in talking about the micro creole delicatessen. It seems like our little homie went from zero to sixty rather quickly.