“life isn’t black and white. it’s a million gray areas, don’t you find?” // r. scott
i’m not comfortable inhabiting within the grey.
nothing is as clear or cleanly cut as glass, that much i know; but finding myself in a bit of a nebulous muddle does nothing but make the need for precise lines of black and white quite very mandatory.
if there’s not much to hang on to for a bit of stability; whether a handrail or hand-holding; if the room starts to spin as the part of you that’s a control freak, loses all control and becomes solely freak – it’s best not to blur the lines any further and keep things as straightforward as possible.
black and white. monochrome only. stripes or solids – nothing more, nothing less, nothing else. any more than that, and you’ll be begging for a hand out of the murky grey.
➝ source : cut-out polka dot knit via simone rocha
➝ source : bengal stripe jeans via rag + bone
➝ source : buckled wedge sandals via ann demeulemeester