This past weekend one my favorite human beings, Solange Knowles, married long-term boyfriend Alan Ferguson. We didn't know what to expect (because she is Solange and everything she does is both amazing and unexpected) and then late last night the official wedding pictures were released and everywhere the hearts of heavy-bearded, hippie men broke (because their hipster queen was officially, really unavailable). And now I believe women are beginning to rethink their stance on the ideal wedding dress(es) - which we have now learnt can come in the form of a wonderful cream, plunging neckline jumpsuit accompanied by a cape-from-the-gods.
We basically bore witness to sanctified, matrimonial slayage. And we were never ready.
(p.s. Excuse the extensive use of alliteration in my title - it just kind of happened and I couldn't stop myself)
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