Kelela Rates Breakfast with Björk and Quincy Jones Dating Ivanka Trump

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Thigh-high uggs, overrated.

The concept of anything thigh-high is sick.

The notion of thigh-high is just always fab,

but uggs are not fab.

I would definitely try a pair on

because I like anything cozy.

I'm here for a cozy moment no matter how it's embodied,

so I just do it for the feels, you know?

And then I take them off.

Sushi burrito, overrated.

I'm interested in a burrito.

I'm also interested in sushi.

The whole combine all foods sort of campaign

to just make everything one thing, no, overrated.

I love Japan.

I love the Japanese.

The pursuit of efficiency and convenience

and excellence at the same time,

that intersection, I feel like they're just,

they really, they own that, and I'm here for that.

I'm here for a self-parking slipper, so under, underrated.

Scrunchies, actually used scrunchies the other night

and came up with a new hairstyle.

I did some really huge bantu knots.

Because my hair is so thick, I guess just the locks,

it's hard to contain in a tiny hair tie,

which is kinda what I'm used to using.

And then my friend Madeline Poole

pulled out a bunch of black scrunchies

and it changed the entire game for me.

Underrated.

I never had breakfast with her.

I had dinner with her.

It was the first time that I met her.

It was before my first headlining show in New York,

and I went to go get some food,

and she started tapping on the shoulder before I sat down.

Yeah, she came to the show afterwards

and was really enthusiastic and sweet, so yeah.

Not breakfast, I guess dinner.

Overrated.

I don't know, Quincy Jones as a producer, underrated.

Quincy Jones as a womanizer, overrated.

I don't need people to be simple,

you know, when you idolize somebody

that they're flawless beings, but that one is a doozy.

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