As Autumn becomes Winter, I see a death in design. The new black will become the old black and discarded like yesterday’s Sushi that’s in the fridge. Orange as the new black will be too confining for some and the gay old days of yesteryears black gets recycled, only different. Like the Pheonix, black will rise as some other colour and be equally as not black as it could be black. The United Nations will decree that black is beautiful and that we shouldn’t mince our words as it is disturbing the children.