Wearing all black is like wearing a uniform. There is comfort to it, and a sort of simplistic language, that absence of focal point, that thing where someone says, “I don’t remember what she was wearing, but she looked great.” Or at least that’s the dream, isn’t it?

I used to do a Black Mondays thing but now it’s just about what feels right in the moment (a.k.a. at 6:55 am).