Teyana Taylor is an actor, a singer, a choreographer, a director, and perhaps surprisingly, a hugger.
She comes off with a certain fierce confidence—almost intimidating with the angularity of her face, the muscularity of her shape, and the intensity of her gaze. It’s not something she has always been able to shed. It seems like when people look at her, they are just looking at her.
That’s not always what she’s after. So before our lunch at Red Rooster Harlem on Lenox Avenue, Taylor’s old stomping grounds, she greets the restaurant staff, and me, each with an embrace before ordering a pineapple margarita, cornbread, mac and greens, and chicken and waffles (wings only, please). To her, the spot felt like home: “I’m a Harlem girl for real, for real.” Taylor…
