When my grand father offered me a watch as a young teen, I chose a black face watch with a white leather band.
It signaled my desire for non conformity. I still arbor this need, but have found myself instead quietly moving toward the black . In its safety, there is always elegance. In the eighties, I had a set of black plates and loved them for awhile.Now, there seems to be a return to the black ceramics after decades of white.yin/yen,now welcome to my tea time with a tux.