failed to appear on the museum steps at this year’s , the question was not so much, “Why?”—she suffered a sudden , apparently—but, “Why not?” There are few people, after all, who are capable of conjuring a red carpet from a sidewalk, and a carriage from the backseat of a taxi cab, which is where the musician was on Sunday, May 12, drinking from a champagne flute before striding into the heartland of TriBeCa to celebrate Mother's Day.She was dressed in a longline Commes des Garçons T-shirt—ruched and knotted with a rakish, almost spirit—with a Gucci Horsebit bag and mesh opera gloves obscuring fistfuls of rings.
A$AP Rocky—who, much like , is the handsome scaffolding to Rihanna’s mercurial experiments in clothing—was photographed beside her in a cropped and rib-knit cardigan, suit trousers and sensible shoes. “Like iron sharpening iron,” is how Rihanna their mutual and kismetic relationship with fashion.The greatest coup of this double date-night weekend, though, was doubtless Rihanna’s rediscovery of a cropped Gucci coat, which Tom Ford had cut to emphasize the waist and shoulders from a decadent amalgam of suede, fuzz, and sequins.
Plucked from the designer’s final autumn/winter 2004 collection, that coat is perhaps the embodiment of what Tom Ford’s Gucci was about: cockiness, hedonism, bursting with feline powers, as if designed explicitly for the kind of woman who leaves champagne flutes in the back of a taxi.
The kind of woman who doesn’t just wear clothes, but actively schemes with them.This article first appeared on By signing up you agree to our (including the ), our and to receive marketing and account-related emails from Glamour.
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