That’s my “I’m in The Matrix” Serious Face.
(That’s also why I prefer to smile like I’m auditioning for a Colgate ad in photos.)
So lately this is what I wear. And I wear it every day, and it’s getting weird and sort of inconvenient, mostly because I’ve never been one of those New Yorkers who dresses like a stereotypical New Yorker (black black black), and so I just don’t own that many black Ts and black jeans. Certainly not enough to make wearing the things every day not-weird or not-inconvenient (ay, do I ever not enjoy that nightly hand-washing session that happens when one doesn’t have an in-building washer/dryer and doesn’t want to unhand one’s favorite pants for even a second).
But it’s just all I want to wear. I still want to look relatively pulled-together and semi-stylish, if at all possible…but most of all, I want to be comfortable. And I have approximately five seconds every morning during which to get dressed, pull my hair into a ponytail, apply something or other to my face (my beloved liquid liner is still making a daily appearance, but I am a SPEED DEMON with that applicator brush, I’ll tell you), and get back to whatever it is that I have to do that may or may not involve having various undesirable substances landing on my person. And black-on-black just makes that process infinitely easier. And hides the aforementioned undesirable substances quite nicely, thanks.
Not even a little bit.
But that’s fine by me. I guess I’m feeling like being a little incognito these days.
(Big black boots are key.)