Black is my default because it removes one conversation. It lets the day begin before I have explained myself to the wardrobe. A black coat, black trousers, a shirt with a collar that knows what it is doing: these are not a capsule wardrobe.
“The work is to stay near the things that make you curious.”
Burgundy is the disruption. It is not quite red, which is part of its appeal. It suggests that I made a decision but leaves the decision deniable.
Then there is the irrational purchase: a small bag with a shape that is inconvenient and a handle that has never met a practical requirement. I bought it because it looked like it was carrying a secret.
Clothes have an emotional function before they have a social one. They can create distance, give a day an entrance, or make it possible to leave the house when the self feels unfinished.