For me, there is something alluring and mystical about black-and-white. I liken black-and-white to our unsaid thoughts - we can revisit them and turn them over in our minds, savouring them at each turn. There is instant recognition of what lies within its' soul. There are no bright, flashing lights to confuse. There's something accepting and forgiving about them in their rawness.
If you had to vocalise how black-and-white images make you feel, what would you say?