Killing the Light

I haven't noticed until just right now, but this is the third consecutive post of me in an entirely monochromatic, black and white colour scheme. Truth be told, black is without a shade of a doubt my favourite colour (and yes, all of you literalists out there, I know that it is not technically a colour, hence my attempted witticism with 'shade')...

I find it funny and more than a little tiny bit ironic that yesterday's outfit has a kind of 'damsel in distress' vibe to it, seeing as I came home from work wearing this and consequently managed to get stuck in an elevator, alone, for a good thirty minutes until I called 911 with my meager cell phone reception and finally some really nice firefighters came and rescued me. Alright, alright, I know that this is by no means the scariest thing to ever happen to a person, but I sincerely felt as though my life was hanging in the balance. All day I had been looking forward to getting home, making myself a white wine spritzer and listening to the new Darker My Love record on the balcony - so really, it was no different than most days if I'm to be perfectly honest - but not only did I not get to come home to this pleasant contentedness, I had to get trapped in an elevator ALONE...the only rational explanation for this occurrence is that the universe tries to spite me when my life is going too awesomely well for its liking. Or that the elevator was simply faulty due to our irresponsible and sloth-like landlords.
On a separate note, the blouse I wore yesterday reminded me of how desperately I require a good, productive thrifting trip as soon as possible. I'm not yet at the point of feeling bored with my wardrobe, but I have an inkling to spruce things up a little bit, perhaps with some new accessories and outerwear and such. Furthermore, now that I own the article of clothing which I have wanted for 10+ years (the Burberry trench, obvi), it is time for the quest for the not quite as long-standing but almost equally significant obtainment of a [faux or vintage fur] Margot Tenenbaum coat. Oh, the tangled web of perpetual consumerism I weave.

Wearing
Blouse: vintage

Skirt: American Apparel

Shoes: Winners

Bag: Kathy van Zeeland