The Power of Bey

Beyonce Formation Tour

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Beyonce is unmistakably the queen of her kingdom; she even sat herself on a throne at the show in CenturyLink Stadium Wednesday night. Without a camera in my hands, for the first time in a very long time, I experienced and absorbed what I was seeing instead of capturing those shiny perfect moments that we go after as photographers in our precious first three song limit. What I discovered started as a small tickling in the back of my brain, something felt a little strange and exhilarating at the same time. I left the show that night feeling energized, more so from the people surrounding me and the community forged in the glow of the monolith she constructed as her backdrop than from Bey herself. She cultivates a world of devotion: to her music, her style, her passion and power… a brand she has wrapped herself in so completely and oozes from every pore.

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The monolith that served as her multi-story video screen throughout the show.

To be honest, I’m in awe of her. From the moment she stepped on stage, to the moment she sank down into the floor singing that last extended note of “Halo” it was… in a word: Flawless. There’s something a little uncomfortable, yet incredible, about watching a show that is meant to be so perfect, top to bottom, inside and out; a performer that’s meant to look incredible even when her makeup is smearing post water-infused dance routine. Her beauty is a big part of her brand, but she uses it in a way that seems so effortless, which has to be an exhausting and continuous burden. The reality is no one “wakes up this way”, but we believe it when we see it in her, we embrace it, maybe because we all wish that was the simplicity of our lives. To feel, look, act so flawlessly. We worship at the altar of Bey because she has what we all want, the unwavering belief in who she is with every fiber of her being.

As a side note, she has the intensity of a thousand suns emanating from her eyes. I have no doubt that her stare alone could make you do her bidding without a word passing through her lips. At one point she walked down the catwalk, stopped and turned to look in my direction. Bathed in red light she just simply stared with a cheshire smile creeping across her face; at that moment I found myself saying “wow” out loud.  After it escaped my lips I almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it and the unexpected authenticity of how I felt in that moment. It’s hard not to be sucked in and knocked out all at once. I may not bow to Bey, but I recognize her ability to completely slay.

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