Flavor of the Week: Solange Knowles
Solange Knowles’ wedding to video director Alan Ferguson looked a lot like the national monochrome convention. But whatever, I’m into it. Since the affair in good ol’ New Orleans — which is actually an oxymoron — no one has been able to stop talking about her. Between the wedding and Kim Kardashian’s astoundingly large tush both breaking the internet, I’m starting to get a little worried about Beyoncé. She should start thinking about putting out another HBO bio-doc stat. Otherwise her throne could be gone before she knows it. At least she got to wear white to her sister’s wedding — that’s every power-chick’s dream come true.
“So when are you going to write about Solange?” my friend asked on Sunday. The problem, I realized, is that I didn’t know a lot about Solange Knowles besides a) I think she may have been in Destiny’s Child but I’m not positive and b) she was involved in “Elevator-gate.” C) is that she wore a jumpsuit AND a CAPE to her wedding, and if you know how much I love overalls and all things related, and who doesn’t love a good cape, then you know how excited this makes me. I just kinda wish I wore it first. Solange and Ferguson rode to their nuptials on white, wide handlebar beach bicycles. I would ideally have done this first, too, but I didn’t learn how to ride a bike until eighth grade. That makes me about nine years behind everyone else in cycling skills.
To me, it seemed like Solange was hiding in the shadows until the internet decided her worth from her wedding. As it turns out, Solange was not in Destiny’s Child, though I really wish she was both because I like her music and because I’m ashamed to know so little about the inner workings of Destiny’s Child. Only in googling Destiny’s Child did I discover that Kelly Rowland was also a member, and that just happened two minutes ago. And, as I’m sure you can imagine, my life has been forever changed.
Solange did look make a stunning bride. She was the most creative in a milestone moment that many make the most traditional. But is that she’s suddenly on the map? Or has my mind just been completely in the gutter, which is often the case, and she’s been relevant all along?
We are obsessed with celebrity weddings for understandable reasons. Celebrities, like Solange, have two receptions instead of one. They enter on bicycles you can rent in the Hamptons, and file people onto party buses for 10-block parades through the streets of the city, accompanied by live jazz bands similar to the ones that make me cry when I watch the annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Their ceremonies are in opera houses. The clothes are incredible. Solange’s wedding dress is more fashionable than anything I’ll ever be able to afford or have the proper taste to purchase until I’m at least 30 — maybe that’s why we care. Because it was so pristinely styled that Vogue wanted the exclusive. Yet we’re now obsessed with Solange because of her celebrity wedding — because we now see what the girl is capable of when you give her a white dress (or a jumpsuit and a cape). And is that okay? Does it take a wedding to make a woman out of a baby sister?
Perhaps if I was really cool, or just more on top of my shit, then I’d have known Solange all along. Still, it’s important to wonder, in all of my new age feminism, what the wedding does to a girl. Or, as in the case of Solange, we’re much more impressed with what the girl does to a wedding.
Image via Vogue.