Tearsheets: Back to Black

Right now: back to black. Crocodile-embossed leathers. Jewel tones. Nothing but bronzer and mascara (anything more is too much to ask of a girl who wakes up at 6 a.m. and comes home at 1 a.m., but a Jersey girl loves her bronzer). Ankle boots have resurrected from depths of the shoe wall and  are promptly being placed back on my feet. I’m wearing my favorites from last year until their dying days—they’re hanging by threads at the moment—and once the shoe gods call, I have a brand new pair awaiting to be worn.  Platform, lace-up, buckles, crocodile-embossed black leather. Shoe fetishism at its finest (and matches my current go-to handbag, coincidentally).

Isn’t that what fall fashion is usually about, anyway? Save bohemia or 90’s GUESS girl throwbacks for Ibiza in the summertime; we want leather, we want fitted, we want edge, now. Rock femme are the words. Big leather bag, leather jacket, leather boots. We’re bracing ourselves for the fall with leather layers and pumpkin spice lattes. How else would we justify starting our days cold, grey and wet?

It’s all just a uniform, really.

Still, I’m holding on to reminders of summer. Ripe avocados sliced up and drizzled in olive oil, finished with a few twists of black pepper. Scrambled eggs are prepared in the same manner—and voila, a breakfast meal that injects a bit of summer back into those cold, dark mornings. Because aside from the pretty, bright green, all I have are my pumpkin lattes,

and I’ve gone back to black.

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