I’m sure psychologist would have a lot to tell about my recent love for black. The truth is, I feel the best when dressed in dark colors, whatever hidden message that brings.
Perhaps it’s the crappy weather, perhaps really just my sub-conscience trying to say something, who knows. Whatever it is, it’s apparently not going away, so why not embrace it. I’m off, working on school and some secret blog projects, but I wish you all a happy Friday!
Black is not sad. Bright colors are what depresses me. They’re so empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not. ― Ann Demeulemeester
photos by Eva
