When on Inauguration Day Aretha Franklin assumed the podium to grace the proceedings with her gospel-tinged “My Country ‘Tis of Thee,” in Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes—her coat respectable, her matching hat a spectacle—I said, “Go ‘head Ree, bring it.” Bring them, bring the Sisters in their Sunday best, their crowns their glory, their service, legend. She didn’t simply take us to church, but rather brought the Black church to the Capitol stairs, as much with her raiment as with her awesome voice.
Days later I spied the current issue of V Magazine, Grace Jones fiercely peering out, a slender-swath of shimmery gold at her brow in beautifully stark contrast with her deep brown skin. Atop her head was a blinged-out derby from master milliner, Philip Treacy. She looked incredible. Whether it’s a gele, a trilby, a snap cap or even a wig, no one rocks the headgear quite like a sister.
V Magazine cover photo: Jean-Paul Goude.