My favourite e-tailer with pieces I can afford in 5 years through not eating in the present day displays Solange on the cover. She has that poetic justice braids that just exudes humbleness and that I can don more mixed patterns than a Proenza Schouler runway. Except, she doesn't dabble in mixing patterns, but toning it down for a seaside relaxation in Croatia. She discusses Glastonbury and living in rural Idaho, while looking chic-as-fuck in Jonathan Saunders.
This is why I love Solange. "We're going to lose our fucking minds."