back to black

At last count I owned 13 black dresses, all different, all lovely, but possibly indistinguishable to anyone else. They’re mostly Karen Walker and Lover, some are vintage. Some are silk, some cotton, some lace. I’m not finished yet: I want these ones too:

Miu Miu

See by Chloe

Fendi

Lover

If I read another article about how iconic a black dress is, I’m going to puke, but it’s so very true. I’m lazy and busy and from New Zealand so it’s easy to put one on – with ballet flats and a trench or blazer I look presentable for work, if I whack on some heels I can go out.

Didier Ludot has an incredible couture atelier in Paris, a place of dreams. But around the corner, he owns a store called La Petite Robe Noire. They only stock little black dresses.
He wrote a book about it too.

And, like Zoe loves pink, I love black (and white). I'm trying to wear colour, but it's just not really happening.

Even my musical taste veers towards the noir:

Jay Z - The Black Album
The Raveonettes - Pretty in Black
Man In Black - Johnny Cash
The Black Keys, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, and the best song ever: Black History Month by Death From Above 1979. Oh, and Paint it Black by the Stones.