02 February 2007

When the sky is green and the grass is blue, wear black.

Some mornings, even if I can't put my finger on the reason why, I just know I have to wear my go-to confidence color.

And that means black. All black. From my eyeliner to the bows on my peeptoes.

Perhaps it's just another advantage of being supremely vain that something as inconsequential as wearing a particular color can elevate me from meek to headstrong, unsure to self-assured, damaged to proud. Whatever it is, wearing a fitted black scoopneck pencil sheath, opaque black tights, a cropped black wool bolero and black suede peeptoes with matte leather piping gets me through days I couldn't otherwise face.

Black works for Eva Mendes as well, who here in a figure-hugging Dolce & Gabbana turtleneck dress and Claude Montana corset belt (let's pretend those awful Sergio Rossi shoes are today's "Sugar Daddy" Brian Atwood D'orsays), gives off an undeniable give-it-to-me-I-can-take-it purr. A hint of bright color in this outfit would still look good - better, in most people's opinion - but it would also soften her message, which is something a woman can't afford on the days she draws strength from her confidence color.

Ali Larter is another woman wearing an outfit I would use to pull myself out of a temporary confidence deficit. Gaining major ground in this black Balenciaga sweater dress and classic Louboutian peeptoes after her misstep with the pink Thakoon minidress, Ali comes off in a very prim but take-charge kind of way. This is a woman who might have engaged in "a mistake" two days ago with the man she loved but who couldn't - who wouldn't - be hers, but when you look at her, you would never know she was nursing a broken heart. In fact, you'd probably assume she was the one leaving behind a wake of destruction.

And that, right there, is why the confidence color is so important.

When bouts of self-pity hit you on a weekday when you have no choice but to go into work and be the vivacious one at social events you can't excuse your way out of, wear your confidence color and charm your way through the pain. Just sip your flute of Mo√ęt and Chandon like a lady, make sure your black polish is chip-free, and even though you don't feel like it, make everyone believe you're the willful, bright, can-have-any-man-she-wants woman you think you are every other day of the week.

9 comments:

a fan said...

my confidence color is red, but unfortunately an all-red outfit isn't in the cards if I want to look respectable at work.

I usally wear red pumps and tote around a red patent leather satchel. Maybe a red head band and red nails, but only if I get them professionally done. That's usually enough to get me through the weepy days.

Anonymous said...

my confidence color is skin. how much is appropriate to wear to the office?

Anonymous No More said...

My confidence color is also black, but with some bit of red to power through. I think all black with Chanel red nails or a good looking hat with a spray of color around the band does the trick.

bff in chicago said...

I'm in awe of you for, among other things, promoting fashion in the face of personal distress. a serious job is no excuse, and neither is a broken heart! he'll realize what's he's given up sooner than you think...

smile, sweetie!

Johanna said...

I'm smiling, I promise! And though I appreciate it, I'm no girl to be in awe of.

Unless we're talking about my shoe collection -- then I accept your awe.

And you're right, a broken heart *is* no excuse for a less than polished look. If anything, it's motivation to trade up from the 3.5 to the 4 inchers.

kiss to you.

a fan said...

so if I see you in all black should I assume you're having an emotionally/professionally challenging day?

so far, that would mean just about every single time we meet for drinks. suspicious...

Johanna said...

I hope you find the amendment more to your liking - more accurate, anyway.

kiss to Surly J.

Anonymous said...

"you'd probably assume she was the one leaving behind a wake of destruction."

You'd be right.

Johanna said...

I can only think of one thing I want more than a front-row seat at the DVF fashion week fashion show, and that is to rescue a certain someone from that destruction.

That's all I want.

Well, and that Betsey Johnson mini on my doorstep on Valentine's Day.