Kanye West is is a self-professed genius, and quite honestly it’s hard to refute that when you consider his catalogue of hits and wins, spanning almost two decades. And for me, it was the album with the infectious Monster, swirling in the beauty of epic collaborations and classic vibes with a twist.
A couple of years after the release of the masterpiece yet to be replicated by the artist himself, the reintroduction to the familial dynasty of reality TV was formalized.
Reeling from a short-lived, stormy marriage to the one and only Kris Humphries, the NBA basketball player, who looked good on paper, but ended up being the pit bull that Kris Jenner tried but failed to muzzle, it didn’t take long for Kim Kardashian to add “West” to her list of accomplishments.
In retrospect, it’s not hard to figure out how and why this ambitious love affair reignited. Ye’s torturous competitiveness, compelled his motivation to acquire his outfitted muse, who along with her replicants, pays a shitload of money to get closer to what’s unreachable.
He inexplicably credits her as the originator of the Black woman aesthetic that evidently carries more value than the real thing.
It was Kim herself who urged for unprecedented privacy when it came to filming her new husband, who had made it clear from the jump that…
