Black. It’s a solid colour, pretty general in its use. It’s everywhere, everything you want it to be- blank, loud, wild, subtle, sharp, unsure, beautiful, ugly.
It stands out in everything I love- fashion, music, art, photography.
We can only ever attempt to explain what it really means to us, or if it means anything at all. But here’s a little bit of what I’ve got:
Black represents something ambiguous, but powerful. It is mysterious, curious, promising, and blind, all in its simplicity.  It tells you something you’re impervious to believe; yet it basks in its quiet freedom. It’s a darkness that could be threatening, that draws you in, to live on the edge of life.
Here I am, believing in what all these have to offer. Its beauty, its meaning, its presence amongst its fellow colours, its presence on its own- the darkness of doubt, of desperation, of hopelessness; and finally, its presence in the light where you see what you want to make of it.

So, welcome to the Religion of Black.

Oh, and this is me.

Denim Shirt Jacket: vintage / Sexuali Tank: American Apparel / Drop Crotch Shorts: Comme des Garçons BLACK / Brown Brogues
Love lots, black soul. x

Photo c/o R. Ante and E. Posadas