I get asked a lot if I ever wear colour. People seem to find my penchant for black fascinating. Black is mysterious, black is poetic, black talks of my inclination towards the solemn grace of darkness. Yes yes, without hesitation this is why I choose black. However in a frank discussion it’s good to acknowledge the less lyrical but equally important reason – I choose it because it is indiscriminate. As we say where we come from – people remember a red dress.
Over the course of the last eighteen months I’ve been finding myself more attracted to the tonal spectrum of greys offered by Rick Owens. Dna Dust, Darkshadow and Bitter – they are uncommon colours, but muted and easily blended into a wardrobe that advocates ambiguity.
It was my birthday recently and amongst some of the generous gifts I received was a Rick Owens basic ribbed tank in Dark Dust. Edit Evening admitted that he bought the Dark Dust because the Black had already sold out, but I was much happier with the Dark Dust. It was a gift in more ways than one, because as a gateway piece it presented the opportunity to begin to explore these tones without fear.
The problem with the basic tanks is they absolutely need to be layered because they’re incredibly sheer; I’m not sure yet how to do that within the parameters of the other things I own. Now I’m wish-listing these colours with feverish abandon; they always look better worn together.