flagrantly flouting my academic responsibilities, i decided to go shopping in the square yesterday with my blockmate sarah. i've compiled a comprehensive list of things i need for paris, in terms of clothes and accessories, and it was my first chance to knock some items off of the list. when i bought the kill city salt and pepper jeans from hootenanny's, my companion agreed that they were very necessary. we talked each other through all of our purchases at urban outfitters, and while we were equally approving of each other's purchases (i'm so into the feather headband she bought), she noted that my shoes, headband, and sweater vest were all black, something i promised to rectify at american apparel. but the shiny black ruched tube bra that i walked out with only reaffirmed my dependency. in a last-ditch attempt to redeem myself, i bought a gold and black bracelet at oona's that reminds me of my dad's old and broken gold watch that i enjoyed wearing so much last summer, but the damage had already been done.
i really do want to step out of the realm of black (sometimes), but how can i leave it alone? it's the color of simplicity, rebellion, and timeless cocktail dresses.. a color i was initially drawn to because it felt safe, and a color i stuck with because i ended up loving it. i never really identified with people who can say that something is "their" color, only because i never realized that mine had been with me all along. neons are now and florals are fresh, but at the end of the day (and the season), i'll be pretty in black.
in other news, jess has a new blog! her first post seems to be almost written for me, considering how i'm going crazy over getting ready for my upcoming trip, and it's worth a read. be sure to give it a looksee.