I usually do a beeline for all things black, gray and well, tones of black. It’s true. I’m a sucker for the morbidly chic. I have a sophisticated goth affection and it seems to grow more detailed over time. Recently, however, I’ve found myself making purchases of the color variety and by that I mean, BRIGHT and BOLD and scrumptiously profane at times.
My most recent purchases involve a Preen dress in bright yellow, then an Acne yellow zip vest, screaming white Stella McCartney sneakers with neon green and yellow accents and then blood orange skinny jeans. I can’t stop. It has become my newest fixation and by fixation I mean bona fide obsession.
Naturally, I’m not alone in this. New Yorkers, Parisians, Angelenos, they all got the memo. Have you?