I don’t talk about you a lot on here, which is a bit confusing, being that musically and style-wise and hair-wise, I adore everything about you. Nevertheless, we will lovingly blame Lupita, who fills up a lot of my time and leaves no room for anyone else. But trust that I
stalk follow you on Pinterest and everything else you do. Anyway, we’re talking about you now.
You had me at Sol-Angel and the Hadley St. Dreams (I still hum “I Decided” at random moments during the day).
You had me at True (seriously, the video for Lovers in the Parking Lot is everything for me).
You had me when you big chopped your hair and returned to natural and completely energized and revitalized your personal style. For real, Solo, when you cut that hair? It was dizzying.
But your wedding this past weekend to Alan Ferguson? The photos of that wedding? I don’t know what to say. No, wait, I do. Your unique take on your nuptials–the style, the artistic touch–was kind of intoxicating. Let’s look again, shall we? (All forthcoming photos courtesy of Vogue.)
Feast your eyes on that first portrait of Solange in her wedding dress. That hair. That red lippy. Those gold cuffs. That cape. I can’t. And that intriguing yet simple photo on the bottom with the bridal party…
I’m inspired because Solange was simply herself. That was it. There was no overdone anything, no bombastic displays of wedding-ness. It was just elegant and beautiful. That was all. I’m also inspired because in those few daydream-y moments when I’m supposed to be working but I’m looking off into the distance instead and lost in my little world of sunshine and roses and the envisioning of my one-day nuptials fill my head, I never see bombastic displays of wedding-ness. Just a simple dress and an awesome guy and my mother beaming in the front row.
Oh, and did I mention that Solange and her new hubby arrived pre-wedding on bicycles?