what i wore: the winter uniform, all black with red lips

I find outfit snaps irrelevant to ABC, for a few reasons; one of which being that I wear the same thing all the time. I define it as personal style, and enjoy it quite well, but I’m also the girl who could be perfectly content with a large cup of coffee (two shots of espresso, s’il vous plait) and a good book on a Friday night. I guarantee you that the rest of the world will find whatever I consider endearing to be… boring. C’est la vie. But because some ladies so kindly asked for a look of the day, I obliged:

all black: turtleneck sweater, skinny jeans, favorite (everyday) lace-up ankle boots, Calvin Klein purse

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It’s not so much that I feel “safe” in black, per se, but more so that I feel comfortable in it. It’s understated, classic, and doesn’t overwhelm me when I’m out and about. I’d much rather let myself do the talking than my clothes in any case.

Needless to say, I’ve always had a penchant for all-black ensembles. Since I was little, my idols consisted entirely of the femme fatales and Bond girls and Catwoman characters who were clad in black head-to-toe, be it a tank-and-skinnies combo or full-on bodysuit. It’s so provocative yet demure!I’ve always found such outfits to be a bit much (given my age); once I was out of high school, however, I took advantage of my newfound freedom (in dress) in toying around with all-black looks. Since then, variations of the above are all I’m to be found in. Going monochromatic is quite practical too – dressing in the morning becomes incredulously easy, especially when I’m toggling back and forth between early mornings, classes, mid-day Pilates, more classes, and dance until midnight on a daily basis. So reliable, so effortless, so very me.

No makeup, just red lips and nails because I was feeling particularly festive. (My camera picks up the lipstick as orange-toned, but it’s quite the true, bright red.)

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