I thought it was about time I wore my favorite color for clothes and talked a little about what it means to me. While I was growing up my grandmother who is a widow, hated the color black and in her case rightly so. She is catholic and very religious as well as traditional. When my grandfather passed away she wore black for many months. She disliked it when my mom and I wore black since she associated with mourning. I respect her decision in choosing not to wear black herself, however for me black represents something else entirely.
During my trip to Paris I roamed around the city in my black leather jacket. It represented freedom, rebellion and independence. Since neither my mother nor my grandmother were there to see it, I wore black quite often. I felt thin and long and sexy. When I returned to New York I kept my new found love for black but I also tried to combine it with other prints or colors so that it would not look like I was in mourning. Soon my mother and my grandmother accepted my choice of wearing black and I hope that by doing so they no longer associate it with such a sad period of time in their lives.
This look was inspired by Andy from Style Scrapbook she reminded me that although it is summer black does not go out of style. Here I am wearing a long black skirt and a leopard print top with my new favorite shoes from Nine West.
I would love to hear your opinions on wearing black :).
Enjoy and have a wonderful day!