Soon all those black rig-outs—would be flecked with dancing lights—for it was late in May, and in mid-June would come the fireflies.
As—as the soul who has departed from the house—swathed in a red dress knows—color arrests the eye—dragooning you into a formidable look. There are two impelling rationale—to dress in solitary color, cap-a-pie: The lengthy, uninjured line it erects—makes for an amalgamated look, and an altogether color—can surprisingly create a slimmer illusion.
Stark color contrasts—seduce the eye and construct horizontal lines—that carve up your body—making a chimera wider and shorter. If you have gained a knee-high to a grasshopper belly bulge, for instance—the line created with a synthesis of white shirt and black pants—signalize that very spot.
A monochromatic look, still and all, backs the eye—to drift right over nuisance spots. It's this illusion—that necessitates singular-color dressing as a cornerstone of majority stylish women's wardrobes. It's feasible to engineer the effect with any color—darker shades with light-absorbing power are the most slimming. But this isn't intended—to downgrade pitch dark, drab lifestyle.
Provided that—there is a lengthy, unfractured line on the outside (created by a suit for instance) or on the inside (with a top and skirt of single-color and a jacket or cardigan of another color), the value is retained. You can also introduce electrification—without shattering the line by manoeuvring myriad textures.
A nubbly tweed skirt—paired with a silk shirt is one goal—or try to dress in different tones of the same color (think of black with charcoal gray, midnight blue with navy, or hunter green with forest).