My entire wardrobe is black.
Except for maybe 3 pieces. Max. I'm the kind of person that;goes out to shop and returns with 5 black shirts, all exactly the same. It's a sickness; an aversion to colour.
When I was young, my aunt lived in Manhattan and used to say I was a born New Yorker.
Except for maybe 3 pieces. Max. I'm the kind of person that;goes out to shop and returns with 5 black shirts, all exactly the same. It's a sickness; an aversion to colour.
When I was young, my aunt lived in Manhattan and used to say I was a born New Yorker.
I walked quickly, at a brisk pace and always with a determined look, as if I was on some kind of mission. More importantly her reasoning was because I usually wore all black which for some strange reason conjures up images of Sigourney Weaver from the 80's in the movie Working Girl where she walks around Wall Street wearing some power suit with huge shoulder pads. Strange. Anyways this New York uniform would awesome if I lived in NYC or maybe even Brooklyn, but I don't. I live in Sydney. Bright, beautiful, sunny Sydney. Where the girls are tan, the clothes are bright and the boys are barefoot ...I'm in black.
I did go through a phase years back where I was into white t-shirts. When I momentarily ditched the black for the altogether fashion forward white V-neck T-shirt and jeans. Ahhh...those were my fashionista days.