Black like my soul
(just kidding)
Here's the thing: I never thought I was a monochromatic type of dresser. Low and behold I totally am. Lately every outfit I wear is one giant variation of tonal greys, blacks, or whites. I'm in a sea of neutrals. I may be drowning. Does this mean I'm in a fashion-rut?
A few years ago I would've balked at my fashion choices today. All black, or any one single color, print, etc. would have instantly been deemed boring. Jeans and t-shirts were not blog-worthy, even layered with a silk shell. However, has a shift in trends cause my own sartorial shift? I hop on the proverbial trend bandwagon for sure, but I like to maintain the fact that my sense of style is my own. I find that I let the dimensions of my outfits speak for themselves when I go monochromatic: baggy jeans, cuffed hems, frilly feet, fitted tees, over-sized scoops.
Tank: Kaarem, T-shirt: Helmut Lang, Denim: J Brand, Bag: Marc by Marc Jacobs, Shoes: Nina Ricci