An all-black wardrobe is the detox for L.A. life you deserve

Black is never not chic. The mortar and pestle of the fashion industry is here to grind your Pinterest board and your Etsy wish lists into the paste of “the next big thing.” As culture and style writer Glenn O’Brien once wrote, “Fashion will change, and this, neither mankind nor God him or herself, has the power to stop.” Eventually, all the grails in your closet will become passé. Black doesn’t fit with the Randy Newman “Rollin’ down the Imperial Highway with a big nasty redhead at my side” vision of Los Angeles. I first started toying with the idea of shedding color from my wardrobe at an exhibition of Owens’ wife, Michèle Lamy — “Turning Tricks” at Carpenters Workshop Gallery in Hollywood. Dotting the front row of the show’s audience were 2000s celebrities like Beck and Paris Hilton, for whom Los Angeles culture is part of their identity.