I like color now. I liked color back in high school, when color was all I had by means of freedom in the way I could dress, when shape, texture, and layers were just nowhere to be found within my reach. Though I maintain that men look best in neutrals, happiness trumps all, and this flirtation I am having with color, a challenge to break away from the ease of all-black, makes me smile about fashion again. I had this summer suit made by my tailor in a stiff Japanese linen, somewhat inspired by what elderly gentlemen wore while practicing Tai Chi around my school back in the late 90s. It is a familiar silhouette: the top is the same collarless round-neck shirt I’ve had made in many fabrics, and the pants are shaped just like all my perfect slim trousers. When I like something, I dive into it heart first, and though I swim with caution, I let it consume me, head-to-toe.