Finding the right balance

This might be a revelation to some of you, but the truth is that during my university years, I used to dress in black head to toe, for five years steady, to the dismay of my parents. Back then, it made absolute sense to me, and one day, if the post theme allows, I will provide a less vague explanation.

As I walked faster and deeper into adulthood, many things changed in my life. And my wardrobe became a reflection of such changes, transitioning from black to a wide selection of bright colours. I felt that, for such a long time, I had set shackles to my own creativity. I wanted a life of purple, and pink, and orange, and yellow.

And only now, in my very late twenties, I have discovered that fashion, and life, are both all about finding the right balance. About embracing the depth and sophistication of black, about delighting oneself in the joyfulness of spring colours and about understanding the warmth and beauty of the pleasant monotony of neutrals.