Typically I’d recap the jewelry from any awards show the day after. And typically after a great time at the Baltimore Summer Antique Show I’d share the fabulous goodies I ogled while there. These things will all have to wait for one reason, the only reason really. Beyonce. If you read this blog regularly, and you should, you’ll know that, exactly like Lorraine Schwartz, Beyonce is my muse. Lorraine and I really, srsly have so much in common. Sofia Vergara was totally over at my parlor for champers and emeralds to finalize her Emmy’s choices this weekend. Twinsies, Lorraine and I.
But this post is NOT ABOUT YOU, SOFIA. My entire Twitter existence will be devoted to you and your inevitable mermaid gown this evening, so patience, please. This post, like much of the planet earth’s existence, is about Beyonce.
Beyonce on the red carpet, doubtlessly positioned by her personal meteorological team (Al Roker & Helen Hunt) and the Chinese Government/whoever designed her wind patterns last evening.
More wind machines and other weather forces, supplicating to be more in turn with Yonce. The bottom picture, naturally, serves as a reminder to every and any artist that has ever existed, no one will inspire anyone as much as Beyonce does everyone. but especially Lorraine.
In which Beyonce singlehandedly ensures the financial collapse and journalistic LIES of Page Six.
Beyonce harnesses the power of quantum physics* to prove that she, and only she, can travel faster than the speed of light. *Probz not quantum physics.
Casually acknowledging that Zuhair Murad likely named himself and eponymous line after her. More specifically, her Hair. The Zu- & Murad are superfluous and unimportant.
But really. Her world. MTBey. BeyMAs.
And no one, anywhere can literally ever even. Ever again.