Black is considered by many cultures the colour of mourning, but for me black is the colour of happiness, confidence, forwardness, even hope. We dress complementary to our state of mind when we want to get out of it, when we don't want to comply to our own misery. Black is not hiding, Black is assuming, asserting and being strong. I have just taken the stereotype of sadness and anonymity of black to it's natural state of playfulness and challenge and fearless jump into the unknown.