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