After that infidelity with Cayenne yesterday, I’m back in black. From my Devil Wears Prada T-Shirt to the velvet pants tucked into my combat boots–I’m a walking shrine to the color. I even swiped my favorite black lipstick, Mac’s Cyber, across my lips on the way to the office. I admit, I walked into the Divine Caroline HQ decked in the darkest shade as penance for my cheat. While half of me wanted to claim “I had no relations with that color!” another fling with a bright shade isn’t that far fetched. I’m sorry I’m not sorry.
The best thing about black is it goes with everything.
Black coffee. Black lips.
Black band T-shirt.
Black angsty looks toward the heavens.
Black velvet crotch shot.
Black combat boots.
Black-lined crazy eyes.
Love and crossing the Vicky Mendoza Diagonal,