On My Mind

ON MY MIND: Black and grey. Despite the conventional belief, they are colors. At least in my book. What else (but a few bits of red and aubergine) would occupy my closet? Nothing? My point, proven. Knit sweaters. Turtlenecks, boatnecks, anything goes. Elbow patches, courtesy of H&M. Leather. So edgy, so sensual, so sexual. Love. Anything and everything is given sartorial potential when iced with a leather jacket of sorts. Aubergine varnish. OPI’s infamous Lincoln Park After Dark is so overrated—Revlon’s Plum Night surpasses in quality, pigmentation, and cream finish. The test of true love? It’s been on my nails for an entire week and I haven’t even the slightest urge to remove it. Sheer nylons. I’ve upgraded to black from my ballet pink days of tutus and pirouettes, its black rendition is, essentially, nostalgia, but all grown up. And last but certainly not least: leather boots. Need I say more?

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