outfit | black in the summertime

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“Black is modest and arrogant. Black is lazy and easy – but mysterious. But above all, black says this: ‘I don’t bother you – don’t bother me.’” – Yohji Yamamoto

This was alternatively titled, “Why are you wearing all black?” “I’m mourning myself”, but I found that a little too long, albeit incredibly apt for the last few weeks. Although my <a href="http://www acheter viagra chine.instagram.com/foyinog” onclick=”__gaTracker(‘send’, ‘event’, ‘outbound-article’, ‘http://www.instagram.com/foyinog’, ‘Instagram’);”>Instagram has been all happiness and sunshine, my Twitter has been a better indication as to how I’ve been lately, filled with melodramatic postings accompanied by memes to maintain my carefree aesthetic.

After the mess of test week (more like test term), work, crushes-gone-awry and everything in between, I found it incredibly easy to have an emotional breakdown and hibernate in my room for a week. But when Cape Town decided it was summer-ish (I say ‘ish’ because Cape Town will readily revoke said summer), I felt like I should at least try to enjoy the weather, whilst still maintaining my melancholic aesthetic in all-black.

For some reason, black – in particular, all-black – is not appropriate for summer dressing. I don’t know why we’ve been sipping on the Kool-Aid of frills, trills, florals and pastels for summer and beiges, browns, greys and black for winter. Personally, I love black all year around. I mean, your black will always match your black so you’ll always have something to wear it with (unless your black doesn’t match your black – you know what I mean); laundry becomes simpler because there’s no need to sort colours and you can get away with doing it less frequently; it’s slimming on your fat days; you feel powerful and as an added bonus, you’ll always look ready for the funeral of your enemies (jk).

As for my outfit, I really enjoy the Mandarin collar trend in menswear and I am absolutely weak for the men who wear them, so naturally, I had to get one for myself. Due to my stature (tall, slim, broad shoulders), I actually fit into a mens size small surprisingly well, and because gender is only a social construct, I went to the mens section of one of those fashion stores on Main Road in Claremont and bought one for R180. Luckily, it was a longer length shirt (do we have Kanye to thank for this?) so its basically a dress, albeit a kind of short one for me because legs. PSA: you can actually find some really great clothes in the mens department – I highly recommend shopping there (especially for those of us who don’t have boyfriends from whom we can steal clothes).

Anywho, seeing as I haven’t blogged in a minute, you may notice that I changed my hair and yay, its (kind of) grey! I had my Sandton-Barbie vibes with a weave before this, and I’m not sure what I’ll do after but I think my adventurousness has been satiated with this colour. It took me a solid week to get used to. Upside: it tends to match my outfits because I wear a lot of monochrome, LOL. My first year rebellion was half-arsed at best, seeing as I got a septum but it’s fake, ha. Also, I shot this outfit at the Waterfront in between screaming out of fear because of the compromising position of the rocks and their proximity to the water.

Moral of this post: it’s great to wear black in the summertime and it’s great to be black in the summertime.

Have a great upcoming week, friends!