I am finding myself slipping into more black these days like most New Yorkers. It’s become our survival uniform. This time I’m wearing black but playing with texture and all the little details. The leather buckle on my wrists of my coat and the pink peeking from my gloves give a refreshing feeling to the classic New Yorker’s all black look. It’s a busy week. I am sticking to the luxurious essentials. Somehow, these pieces feel royal. They’re that good.