Back in black

When I was a youngster I loved black. It was rock and roll, cool and grown up. I even recall wearing a chic 1940s or '50s collarless wool crepe coat when I was about 13 that I loved and thought I was shit hot in - little weirdo. In my mid 20s I swung in the other direction and everything I wore was colourful. Colour, colur and more colour. Now, I'm back in black, not all the time, but the non colour makes for some real black beauty. Images are from (from top to bottom) The Sartorialist, SF Girl By Bay, The Selby and Emmas DesignBlogg.