Yet another outfit in black – boringggg. Or is it? I spiced up the monotony through my seldom-worn Vivienne Westwood scribbly tights I got in Japan and floral bag from Dressin. I’ve mentioned before how alarming it’s been to find myself gravitating towards the lack of colour, wondering if it’s a sign of aging or just plain complacency. Or perhaps I’m recently discovering the ways to wear black that I’ve been slightly obsessing over it (as I’m wont to do). Perhaps perhaps perhaps.
I really like it when all-black outfits play with silhouettes, though I think that I seldom do that myself. Have always been more of a colours kind of person. Also, I’ve always been more partial to grey, that in-between tonal value, despite my recent foray into black.
Anyway, this white brick wall was not to be passed up when I went by it after lunch with Pa. It’s been a while since he’s assisted me in my vanity project.
Outfit photos assisted by Pa.