musings about fashion with Arden.

I've always prided myself in my love of color, but I had a realization that isn't really profound because I think I'm the last person in New York to realize it, but, black really is the color of choice. It's slimming, effortlessly chic and it really does go with everything.
This afternoon over lunch, I was talking about fashion with my friend from high school, Arden—a New Yorker, currently residing in the suburbs of Michigan. She was telling me how the dress code at our high school (I graduated two years ago and she's a junior) has gotten stricter since I graduated, but the ever changing dress code still doesn't stop the female population from wearing leggings and uggs all day, every day. Then we discussed dressing for yourself, something that's hard to do when you go to a private school that has a pretty strict dress code.

I love clothes and I love dressing up, but I know I still don't fully 'dress for myself.' I think I've become more comfortable with wearing what I want and not caring what others think, but I'm not quite as fearless as I'd like to be. This fall, I've noticed myself wearing a darker color palette—navys, greys, blacks, etc. Maybe this is a sign that I'm starting to become a New Yorker (whatever that means)?

black skinny jeans, black wool cape, cashmere scarf, canvas tool bag.