Why do we need to replace black?

There was pink, red, white, and I'm sure at one point in fashion history every color was hailed as the new black. Why was there a need to replace black in the first place?

Perhaps it's so intimidating to every other color. I mean, who else can slim you down, make you feel confident, sexy and sassy but also mysterious, misunderstood and artsy? Black is masculine and strong but it can be as dreamy as a night sky. Depending on the styling, black is always in season and always a statement...in its understated ways.

Which is why I don't want to replace black. Not even with my beloved grey. 

1. Dress 

2. Bobbi Brown Art Pencil and Blush 

3. Jacket 

4. Rucksack  

5. Necklace 

6. Heels 

Bobbi Brown Nectar eye palette

Falling

Primark sweater; Accessorize triple necklace (HERE); Moschino Cheap and Chic Scarf from TKMaxx; Esprit skirt; Reiss bag; Whistles coat; Vagabond boots

Sephora blue nail polish with Rimmel orange 60 seconds nail polish; custom made amethist ring with Goldstein's diamond ring (HERE) 

Knightsbridge may well be a tourist destination but the backstreets are an iron-fenced-white-washed-stone-facaded maze that few venture on. A big mistake in my opinion since the quintessential posh London lifestyle can be observed only here. When you walk down the winding streets and pass some shiny Aston Martin, you may even pretend that is your car. What I like about it is that that's ok! It's actually encouraged and there is no one to put you to shame for living a fantasy life for a few hours which I completely agree with and exercise myself once in a while.

One glorious Sunday noon I decided to be such a fancy person and obey the rules of the charade game. My new Reiss oxblood bag on cue and Moschino scarf that I forgot I had, I strutted down those streets as if its routine. In fact, I hadn't worn a skirt in absolutely ages and that pained me so I couldn't pass the skirt hangers when putting my outfit together that morning.

After some browsing in Zara that resulted in me falling in love with some badass espadrilles that will shortly find their way to my home and some damage being done in Anthropologie (evidence soon to follow on this space), I headed back to Knightsbridge to the one and only Harrods. Far from being my favourite department store, it does have its perks. I originally came for the Dior events that apparently were taking place but found no trace of them whatsoever so I took refuge at the Bobbi Brown counter, my first stop choice together with Dior. I was advised by the nicest woman ever and left with some goodies that will also grace my blog soon enough and about which I am SO excited! That and the William Curley giant macaroons pretty much sum up my weekend, hope yours was even better! ^.^

The spectacular sunset is on me.