Not for the first time have I asked myself for an explanation of my love towards the black color. To my biggest regret (especially in those moments when you need any kind of argument, strong enough to convince your mum), I haven’t found an answer.
Yes, black is classy, it goes well with everything, it visually makes you thinner, it’s elegant, it’s practical, it’s official, and thousands of other reasons I don’t really care about. That still does not explain why millions of people, myself included, would feel such a deep love for it.
There is something dangerously sensual about black that we can’t quite explain. Black is an inner personality. Black is twisted. Black is rebellious. Black is desire. Black is sex. It is the only color that can camouflage so much passion and danger underneath the mask of control and self-restraint.
Photo: Elena Goroshka