Since Daniel and I got together, my wardrobe has basically doubled: with worn-in men’s clothing in black, or black, or black that has been washed a bunch of times and might be considered grey.
This spring I started to feel like I want to wear color.
Daniel has an economic theory about the relation between markets and fashion: when the economy is soft or hurting or getting ready to hurt, fashion turns bright, joyful, and fun. And when the market is roaring, fashion turns dark, serious, and grim.
So I had started to want to wear colors again. Black is convenient: you can wear the same pieces every day and nobody else knows. But try doing that with coral. I like to have mountains of books and a limited wardrobe.
Anyway, the market always cycles, and perhaps I’m just feeling tired of wearing black.