This is fierce. Like Bey as the Super Bowl Halftime Show fierce. Or should I say I Louvre this?!
I’m about to connect some weird dots, but GO WITH ME on this. It’s like Chopped: In this post, you must use The Golden Ratio, the Mona Lisa, and Jay Z.
WOMAN: I have given and shown you everything, with nothing to hide. There you are, Ivy, like the nombre d’or… Jay, how do you say nombre d’or?
JAY: “The golden number.”
Boom, Hov, LOVE IT. Your daughter is sooo perfect, she imitates immaculate proportions! Take that, Iron Chef Guarnaschelli — I am your new Chopped Champion! I’ll be around to collect my 10K this week.
“I’m a work of art, I’m a Warhol already.”
Today’s post is brought to you by the number 3: the number of times Jay Z’s dropped Warhol in his verses. Are there more? Possibly. I’m trying to lounge similarly on my couch, so I’m too busy to search his discography right now.