I'd never really thought about it before, but I guess what I wear does define me, or vice versa.
In the default world, my clothing is comfortable and functional and generally pretty dark, and that describes me fairly accurately. If I could afford it, I'd probably wear nothing but $1800 Armani suits with a Gold Rolex, and I guess that says something about my appreciation for the finer things in life, for it wouldn't be about showing off how much money I had, it's just that I have the simplest of tastes, I only want the best!

On the Playa, I like costumes and brightly colored things, which has to do with the artistic side of me and costumes allow you to bring out a side of you that doesn't normally see the light of day. What inspires me is seeing an outfit that's completely unique and unlike anything else around, at least that's what inspires me from a fashion standpoint. In life? Well the sea and the rain, people doing good things for no reason, great literature, and real love, to name a few.

I wear alot of black.

I've been thinking about that lately. People who wear black all the time are readily categorized as "gothy" sorts or artists of some kind. I do deeply appreciate the goth aesthetic, as well as many forms of art. Creation is important to me, and I revel in the process of bringing something from concept to reality. And I wear black. So, it's a funny thing; as much as I don't want to be judged by what I wear, I can't say that someone would be wrong if they made such an assumption about me. Black just feels comfortable... serene. If quiet were a color, it would be black for me. In the absence of visual noise, my mind feels more at ease.

Now, I might be getting at something... who I am, or at least who I strive to be, is someone grounded, calm and centered (strive!). And black is what follows, for me. Perhaps that would be a different color for someone else. Blue? Purple, perhaps?

I like simple lines. I don't like to wear anything flashy or extravagant. Again, it just seems more visually "quiet" and calm.

I'm really excited because for this year's Burn, I plan to be sporting fur. My girlfriend will, too, but while she is checking out the multi-colored fur, I'm drooling over long pile in white, or in a white/beige combo, as a compliment to the desert palette. Not black... but still very simple. True, black would just be a miserable color during the day in Black Rock City, but the desire to calm and ground myself isn't really prevalent there. Perhaps the dark and light colors I wear are an outward expression of my tendency toward introversion and extraversion? In a normal day, I suppose I am more concerned with conserving, building, and strategically directing my energies - and am most comfortable in black. On the playa, my energy feeds into the collective, and I feel myself a part of that all-encompassing love which connects me to everyone else out there - and am probably just as comfortable in any color as I am naked. :)