Look, I know, girls love Beyoncé… The opening line to Drake’s song has never rung truer in the past few weeks. I mean, with the release of not only the album, but the visual album of Lemonade jeopardising all progress I made with my hairline, now was not the time to mess with the Beyhive. But beyond fanatic stan-ism, there was a reason the Hive – and predominantly black women – would not let anyone come for Beyoncé: because she did not make it for you. She made it for us.
When I was talking to Kenny a while back, I asked her the question “So if clothes do not maketh the woman, what does?” And that actually got me thinking about the role of womanhood in fashion, or more so, of fashion in womanhood.
(In an incredibly overdue post) Welcome to #DearSoloGoesToLagos. Thinking about writing this has been a little tricky for me because its easy to be a tourist and do tourist-y/blogworthy things in a foreign place (see: Istanbul) but it’s much harder for me to be a tourist in my home city (see: Lagos).