My affection for all things black began in the sixth grade. I was fond of my striped knee highs and my colorful assortment of Converse, and then one lunch period I met black lipstick. It was love at first site. The next year I was reading Poe. In high school I had my first serious boyfriend, we ate too many Italian dinners and watched too many movies. I soon discovered the flattering qualities of black, it started to take over my wardrobe one shade at a time. Gradually color started to creep back in, I slimmed down, but my love for black never did.