An Open Love Letter to the Color Black

Here’s the thing; the color black has more personality than any other color. It’s just not a loud personality. It is subtle, sophisticated, tailored, minimalistic, classic, deep, contemplative, intuitive, chic, moody, strong….

And I am a complete victim, seductress and addict to wearing black. Sure, you could call it my comfort zone. You could also call me lazy or uninventive or even shy. Which, in many ways, those are all correct. However, when it comes to black, I define myself as the following:

All black makes my life go together. Like a needle to cloth. Head to toe tailored. I am my most present in all black.

I joke that I started wearing black in the womb but it’s true. My mother adorned her all-black outfits while she was pregnant and then naturally purchased a clothing ensemble that was also compromised of mostly black for my infant self.

Her friends used to say, “You can’t put a baby in black!”

To which my mom would answer, “Watch me.”

So, yes, I started wearing black in the womb which sort of makes me think that this whole black thing was energetically passed down to me as I brewed in my mother’s stomach; all of her lessons were revealed to me then, I have had them with me all along.

**Black Sweater & Black Jeans from

Today, my favorite color to wear is still black. To a wedding, I only wear black – because what the fuck is print about? And how do you even begin to style yellow or red or pink or magenta?

There are the classic women who wore/wear black effortlessly and iconically: Audrey Hepburn, Grace Coddington, and Angelina Jolie.

There is the painting, “Black Square,” by  Kazimir Malevich in 1915. Is it one of my favorite paintings? Yes, yes it is.

There is The Rolling Stones song, “Paint it Black.” Is it one of my favorite songs? Yes, yes it is.

Is black a way of life? I suppose so. At least for me.

It fits both spectrums perfectly: 1) I wear black to remain in my comfort zone and not call any attention to myself and 2) I wear black to be as sophisticated and strong as I possible can, black being me armor of battle.

Sometimes, I wear black to be goth. Other times, I wear black to be refined. And some moments, I wear black to be efficient and get me out of my closet as fast as possible.

I wear black to escape. I wear black to come alive. I wear black to protect myself. I wear black to grow up. I wear black to be young. I wear black to be me – at any moment, in any version, by any standard.

To black: my love, my comfort, my home, my guard. I will never stop wearing you. And one day, I’ll transfer this love affair through my womb. Generations to generations to generations. We shall all wear black together.

by scout 


**Sweater & Black Jeans from Pink Lagoon









Scout is the curator and Editor-in-Chief of REVUE by scout. When not fostering REVUE, you can catch Scout reading, writing, out for lunch with friends, or cuddling on the couch with her fiancé and puppy Lola. Scout comes from both the digital and print publishing worlds with experience that ranges from operational to creative. Experience her aesthetic world with REVUE.


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