While North West has to suffer through her tragic excuse of a wannabe stylist daddy, Kanye West, dressing her in overpriced mass-produced rags from her mom’s stupid children’s clothing line, Blue Ivy Carter is sipping sparkling mangosteen juice from a Baccarat crystal juice box as a REAL stylist shows her sketches of opulent gowns done exclusively for her by high fashion designers. If Blue Ivy is ever feeling charitable, she can send the other children of millionaire celebrities the location of the Salvation Army she donates her couture gowns to after wearing them once.
Based on the gold robot wig that Blue Ivy Carter wore to the Wearable Art Gala last month (see: above), you might’ve thought that her personal stylist is Limecat (she wishes!), but her looks are getting put together by another. WWD did a little profile on Manuel A. Mendez, a stylist who has worked for Beyonce since at least 2009. Beyonce’s rep also confirmed to WWD that Manuel is 6-year-old Blue Ivy’s stylist. But don’t worry about furiously setting up a GoFundMe for Beyonce and Blue Ivy after thinking they’re broke because they have to share a stylist. Beyonce’s stylist is Marni Senofonte. Manuel also works as Beyonce’s personal assistant.
Manuel put together the custom Christmas bow extravaganza that Blue Ivy wore to the Wearable Art Gala, and he also dressed her in the custom Valery Kovalska white tuxedo she wore while gracing the Grammys with her holy presence this year.
Blue Ivy's White Custom Tuxedo Pant Suit created by Designer @valery_kovalska @valerykovalska , clutch by @judithleiberny black fur coat by @adriennelandau design by @saulovillela and shoes by @sodancausa crystallized with @swarovski by @westerncostumecompany Costume Co. Blue Ivy Styled by Manuel A. Mendez 💙💙💙 #grammys2018 #manúman
On one hand, a 6-year-old having a personal stylist and shopper is ridiculousness wrapped in ostentatiousness. But on the other hand, imagine the kind of House of Dereon Jr. crap that poor Blue Ivy would have to wear if her mom or grandma picked out her clothes?!
But seriously, I’m not that impressed. I mean, when I was Blue Ivy’s age, I too had a personal stylist and shopper. Yes, my personal stylist and shopper was called “my mom,” and yes she picked all my looks from the sale section at Mervyn’s and a pile of hand-me-downs from my older cousins, but still. And yes, my mom still picks out my clothes when I go out with her, because for some strange reason she’s embarrassed by me wearing footie pajamas and a plastic She-Ra costume cape.