Color My World
I think part of this could just be sales instinct. When two people are side by side, and one is in dark neutrals, the person in a color or decoration embellished white, who happens to be the one paying, will stand out. I've read where designers Coco Chanel and Pierre Balmain required the sales and alterations staff at their salons to dress solely in black and grey.
Black clothing can be elegant, sexy, mysterious or authoritative. The song just wouldn't be the same if it were "the long, cool woman in the yellow dress." Black can be sophisticated and minimalist. It can be retro beatnik chic. The downside is that it can also be frumpy, self-delusional, fat lady black or the color of widow's weeds. I just had to google that phrase, and weeds once referred to clothing that indicated a person's occupation or station in life. Black is the color we (in the west) most often see on women wearing burqas. Black clothing allows the wearer to fade, like a ninja, into the shadows. It can be the color of sadness, danger or oppression. Moving from the metaphorical to the literal, black is the absence of color and light.
Black has dominated my wardrobe since long before my stint in wedding world though, and I'm beginning to wonder why. I used to be a (no 80's movie reference intended) a pretty in pink girl. I glow in cool jewel tones and simply kick butt in red. So why does my closet look like it still needs a light bulb when the switch is on? It's not really practical. Four of my five cats are mostly white, and I go through pet hair rollers with amazing speed. I live in the hot and humid south, and black absorbs heat.
My wardrobe and my indecision about being invisible or being seen won't change immediately, but tonight, I'm painting my nails bright red.