I did not realize exactly how much black I wear until I went through my Facebook photos untagging the unflattering ones. I don’t even think about it. Look, I even wore black to the fucking Vatican. And to a Tokyo cat cafe. And when I met my idol. And every other goddamn day of my life.

Personally I blame my upbringing. You spend the first half of your life surrounded by Hasids, you’re gonna be petrified of colors. If I’d been raised among cheerful goyim in pastel sweaters this would never have happened. 

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