Dear Solange,
You didn’t go out much last year. I don’t know why. Maybe you were spending quality time with your little boy (with whom I once saw you at Little Dom’s, a restaurant in Los Feliz. He was completely, utterly adorable. You were wearing a turban. I was happy). Maybe you and Beyonce have just been hanging out, redecorating each other’s houses or something (since I feel like I haven’t seen her recently either. Should we start a pregnancy rumor?!?!). Or maybe — just maybe, and based only on what I see here — you were holed up on a beach in Capri in the 70s, living in a Virginia Slims commercial. You’ve come a long way, baby, and wearing a bra top, no less. WELCOME BACK.
Don’t leave us anymore,
Jessica
