There's a lot of rubbish written about style. Those rules they put in the magazines - spend your money on basics, they're the rock on which your wardrobe shall flower or perish. All lies.
I've never bought a white shirt that I didn't look like a waitress in, and why would you buy a pair of plain black trousers unless you have a funeral to go to or a court appearance?
Fashion editors only write these things because they know if they keep saying them long enough, people will start believing them, but the fact remains: with the honorable exception of Patti Smith, the black-pants-white-shirt combo only ever makes the statement, "I am somebody's employee".
Such so-called style commandments are going the way of all flesh anyway, thankfully. There's no rules anymore when it comes to dressing. As Gaga continues to demonstrate, we live in an era when clothes don't even have to be clothes anymore, technically.
Fashion has always been influenced by various musicians' and artists' experiments in propriety, but it's a good indication we've reached a tipping point when the pop stars are getting about dressed in cuts of meat.