I abhor the depressing drabness and regimentation of today's "casual" and, however contradictory this may at first seem, find it downright gaudy.
I express myself in infinite ways through the color I wear, and I frequently pick an entire color scheme from nature; inspired by gazing out my windows at the changing colors of the sky, the treetops, and shrubbery of the park, I then translate the whole picture into an outfit.
A lovely revelation of color was in store for me after this past Autumn's golden red trees had faded. Looking beyond bare tree limbs, I discovered an entirely different palette down low among the fading shrubbery, containing surprising shades of deep teals and magentas, and burgundies, along with fresh shimmering tans, lavenders, and pale blues. So I wore varicolored tweeds along with burgundy sweaters that reinterpreted textile patterns from the 19th c. New England clipper trade. I felt very in touch with the season.
I seldom wear black, but when I wear do black or drab I do it strictly for drama.