If there is one color I'm eternally trying to work into my look it would be white. I, like many others, fall prey to an all black ensemble on more mornings than I'd like to admit. There is something just so pristine about wearing white though that I seem to instantly spill on it whenever I wear even a sliver of this non-color. Alas, I just purchased a super-white Zara jacket, but I have a feeling it will trading places for the black version by the end of the week. File as so clean.
[Images via: Fashion Gone Rogue]