This Measure of Cool

Somewhere, in a parallel universe I am Solange Knowles' close friend and confidant; we sit in quirky Soho restaurants and get drunk on Fridays from my infamous gin and juice mixes (because in this parallel universe I would have infamous gin and juice mixes) and sometimes, only sometimes she lets me borrow her fancy clothes.

But here in this so-boring-its-almost-two-dimensional-world I am sitting at my computer staring at Solange's recent Complex Magazine feature and wondering why we couldn't have all been bestowed with the same measure of cool as this girl.