I love a clean line. That is why fall clothes are always so inspiring after summer.
To wear a pair of black trousers cut sharp into the ankle. No socks.
And to wear black and white, the opposing absolutes, without the contrast being too harsh.
(Winter light in the north always makes me change from pure white to chalk or cream.)
As colors, black is grounding while white cleanses and purifies. This time of the year, the latter alone easily looks too airy.
Black draws a line, and out of that line comes structure.
So long, summer mood. September can come.