Took a trip to the Little Black Jacket exhibition when it was still in town and i fell in love with the sheer absence of colour. It was one of the best exhibitions i've been to in a while and i was just so inspired in that short but fruitful thirty minutes, walking around the exhibition and taking in all the different photographs.
Quoting Ted Grant, “When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls!” There's just that something about black and white pictures that intrigue me so much and make me go HODAYUMMMM
(which also probably explains my wardrobe palette recently, heh)
Dressing in achromatic hues has probably been the most comforting form of self expression to me, as i am neither joyful when decked in brights nor melancholic decked in the dark. I am just me decked in black and white, pretty much contented with everything right now.