No one is more surprised than I am about my affection for Solange’s clothes.
But I really love the idea that, with Beyonce largely inside because she’s preoccupied with raising our future monarch or whatever, Solange is milking the moment to be all, “Oh, hey, Gwyneth — wait, you needed BOTH shoulders to wear your cape? CHILD’S PLAY. That’s right, America, I’M the Knowles-in-Chief now, and it’s gonna get real. Brace yourselves.”