i know this comes as no surprise, but i might as well say it out loud: most of my clothes are black.
the reason is not that i find black a safe color or that i've been deemed as sporting a skin tone suitable for wearing black. even going back in my history as a member of several subcultures does not exactly support the predominance of black in my wardrobe.
the reason comes down to my idea about color signification.
we all have preconceptions about colors and what they convey. with fashion the message a color gives to a viewer is never solely the result of hue only, but regardless of the influence of shape and texture, i still experience colors loquacious in their own right.
my color connotations come equipped with my own prejudices that stem from my past with people and colors. therefore, i see each color laden with some baggage of association that tells more about yers truly than more accepted views of color.
for example, orange claims to be well-rounded and spiritual which i interpret as phony. powdery pink insinuates softness which i interpret as weakness. my biggest enemy in the color world is purple, the color of indecision.
for someone who glorifies fluidity and thinks rigidity is suspicious, my ill feelings towards the combo of red and blue seem strange. it may be explained by the fact that more than failing to see nuances and beyond expected boxes, i cannot appreciate not taking a stand – even a very simplified one. go figure.
but black, to me, is strong and rich in tone in itself. it is straightforward and unapologetic, but not brash and arrogant like red. it is serene and serious, but not grounded and self-evident like blue.
although many people see black as a color that's a little too obvious, i find navy the most uninspiring color of all.
sure, it is the color of perfect denim, but otherwise it's just tedious.
therefore, i surprised myself by buying a navy top from my trip to nyc. first and foremost, the silk epaulettes on the shoulders were an instant source of adoration.
and i loved the long and lean, but ruffleable (that ain't a word...), silhouette – you can gather the sides with strings for an asymmetric or a fuller and shorter look.
the details of the cut imply that there's more than intricately built sleeves to this boring old navy top, and that's prolly what won me over...
caught off guard. twice.
this gem that made me ignore my color prejudices is from coming soon, a secondary line from yohji yamamoto, which just like most of my favorite designers' cheaper lines does not boast with brand signifiers. i have talked about my logophobia here before, and i truly appreciate principled fashion establishments that focus on creating affordable pieces that respect the design aesthetic of the house instead of just flaunting the name of the designer.
beanie by cos, top by coming soon, jeans by nudie, boots by dr martens.
do you have colors you never consider wearing? do colors speak to you in ways that only make sense to yourself?