When Rihanna failed to appear on the museum steps at this year’s Met Gala, the question was not so much, “Why?”—she suffered a sudden bout of the flu, 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.
Robert Kamau
She was dressed in a longline Commes des Garçons T-shirt—ruched and knotted with a rakish, almost Jawara Alleyne spirit—with a Gucci Horsebit bag and mesh opera gloves obscuring fistfuls of rings. A$AP Rocky—who, much like Dua Lipa’s boyfriend Callum Turner, 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 once described their mutual and kismetic relationship with fashion.
Robert Kamau
