I do not own any clothes with color
Last night I was getting interviewed by a Japanese TV station. We were supposed to do it at India’s, but she called just as I was getting on the subway and said she couldn’t do it, so I texted the TV crew about the location change as I ran back home and kicked all the gamers out of my house and everything in my house into the bedroom and lit some scented candles and tried to get rid of the giant pizza boxes the gamers had left behind them. (OK, the one thing I don’t like about hosting game at my house is that they always leave XL pizza boxes around, and they don’t fit into any of the garbage cans.)
Before that, I had to get dressed for the interview. That took a long, long time and definitely involved me shouting, “I don’t own any clothes!”
It wasn’t that I don’t own any clothes, I have far too many clothes. But I own no clothes with any color. It’s true, I wear almost no colors. It’s strange. All of my clothes are black or ivory or something like aubergine or gray or hunter green. And that was a problem, because bright colors look better on camera than any of the colors I just described. (That’s part of my “Know your audience” mantra. Film reacts differently to different things. For example, pearls look better in still photos than do diamonds. Diamonds look best when they are moving.)
Anyway, I had to forego all my neat architectural clothes and strange layers in favor of a bright purple T shirt that belonged to my sister in high school.
I own many colorful things, but they tend to have 18 different colors and be concentrated at the bottom. For film, it is best to wear a single bright color up by your face.

