Why is it that we choose black for life’s most meaningful moments? Because black is the color of the cosmos — vast, silent, and majestic.
And humanity has yet to invent a more fitting detail than lapels — those folds on a jacket that resemble wings, a star chart, or the spark of creation itself — to mark the solemnity of a moment.
No other color highlights it so truthfully — the moment a hand reaches for a glass, or for the microphone. No other color draws out posture with such dignity, reveals the honesty of a garment’s cut, outlines every dart, every seam, every line.
And like the cosmos — not a void, but a vessel — black doesn’t overshadow the bride’s white dress, doesn’t argue with red, and softly harmonizes with every pastel.
It welcomes and understands all forms of life — their rhythms, differences, moods, and similarities. Because all of it already exists within black.
