“PIB”, of course, being Person Io Black.
I am, and I have been for about five years now–about the only things in my wardrobe that aren’t black are socks (all white), assorted boxers, and the clothes I work out in. Everything else is either pure black or printed on black (t-shirts, etc.)
I feel I have a pretty good reason for it–I’m colorblind, and dressing in this manner saves me the trouble of wondering if I match (when I was ten, I almost left the house in a purple shirt and green pants, thinking they were blue and brown–thankfully, Mom stopped me). But beyond that, I like it, and it has, at this point, become a trademark.
Not to say this hasn’t been without its pitfalls–the first few weeks at a new job require my co-workers to do a little adjusting, and I shudder to mention the aftermath (hell, call it what it was–taunting) I endured after the events of 4/20/99 (Littleton, CO). But I’ve stuck with it.
A final story: on my most recent job, a supervisor told me I was causing worry among the higher-ups with my wardrobe. It was intimated to me that I might want to consider injecting some color, and this supervisor/friend even took me on a shopping trip where I bought a royal blue shirt and khakis, which worked their way into my rotation.
Two weeks later, they fired me anyway.
Unsuprisingly, the blue shirt and khakis found themselves in the next package on the way to the resale shop. 
So, anybody else have a PIB story?
