The legendary Mrs. Carter does not stop, let me tell you, the woman is a machine!!! With the VMA’s still fresh as the catch of the day in our minds, she brings out a stunning photo-shoot she did for the latest issue of “CR Fashion Book”.
The images are “PURE REALNESS”, as if I needed to say anything like that right???
Beyoncé shows how amazing her figure is it, strikes worth it of a supermodel of the world, wearing brands like Prada, Givenchy and Chanel.
Take a look at some of the A-H-M-A-Z-I-N-G shot!!!
Also inside the spread, instead of the usual Q&A with the artist on the cover, the September issue in which Bey is the star, comes with a poem to her daughter Blue Ivy.
“Bey The Light”
Words by Beyoncé
Remixed by Forrest Gander
It’s my daughter, she’s my biggest muse. There’s someone, we all find out soon, more important than ourselves to lose.
I feel a deep bond with young children – all those photos in my dressing room – especially those who’ve been stricken,
Children I’ve met across the years – they uplift me like pieces of moon, and guide me, whispering in my ear
I’m turned to spirits, the emotions of others. And I feel her presence all the time though I never met my grandmother.
I learned at a very young age, when I need to tap some extra strength, to put my persona, Sasha, on stage.
Though we’re different as blue and red, I’m not afraid to draw from her in performance, rifts, even in bed.
I saw a TV preacher when I was scared, at four or five, about bad dreams, who promised he’d say a prayer
If I put my hand to the TV. That’s the first time I remember prayer, an electric current humming through me.
You call me a singer, but I’m called to transform, to suck up the grief, anxiety, and loss of those who hear me into my song’s form.
I’m a vessel for all that isn’t right, for break-ups and lies and double-cross. I sing into that vessel a healing light.
To let go of pain that people can’t bear. I don’t do that myself, I call in the light. I summon God to take me there.
Utopias, they don’t much interest me. I always mess things up a bit. It’s chaos, in part, that helps us see.
But for my daughter I dream a day when no one roots for others to fail, when we all mean what we say.
Another collector item for any member of the “Bey-Hive”.