The color of one's style of clothing: Black, black and black. No floral yellows or magentas or greens in the springtime. White is not the new Black. No browns, grays, or blues; just black. Whether you're smoking french cigarettes through a holder in a beret and turtleneck, or sneering at strangers in a bomber jacket and jeans, the only color that is on you is black.
Origin? Try its namesake - New York's Greenwich Village. The prime location and environment for discovering and expressing your rejection of the color-obsessed fashionistas.
"How could you tell if New York's in mourning? They all wear Village Colors anyway."