The phrase "a world of white" is correct and usable in written English.
It can be used to describe a setting, atmosphere, or experience characterized by the color white, often evoking feelings of purity, emptiness, or tranquility.
Example: "As I stepped into the snow-covered landscape, it felt like entering a world of white, where everything was serene and untouched."
Alternatives: "a realm of white" or "an expanse of white".
Taste is a world of white fabrics, flowers and candles in frosted cylinders.
And it's all too easy to imagine her returning to a world of white gloves and cautious good deeds.
We had shut the curtains on blue skies and shimmering peaks; we opened them in the morning to a world of white.
For a television show to depict Essex as a world of white stilettos, vajazzled women and monosyllabic men is hardly revelatory; after all everyone has heard the age-old jokes about the mental aptitude of the county's female population.
When Mr. Feuer first wrote about the "other Alan" last year, he profiled a courtly gentleman who hinted at a blue blood lineage and lived in a world of white gloves, top hats and society balls.
She wrote about this in her 1969 book, "Soul Sister," in which she described the anonymity and degradation of being a black domestic in a world of white employers, one of whom tried to rape her.
It is a collective dream, created by travel journalists who describe, in a cascade of clichés and superlatives, a world of white-sand beaches, quaint villages and smiling locals eager to share their secret knowledge.
We are in Budapest in the 1910s, a world of white-lace finery and horse-drawn carriages that is rivaled only by its sister city, Vienna, as the apex of European wealth and cultural refinement.
As the recent Oscar nominations furore showed, Hollywood remains a world of old white men, with the odd young white thin woman allowed into the club.
On the tiny uninhabited island of Anguruma, sheets of fiddler crabs scattered on the sand as I debarked in a world of pure white, blue and green.
Getting out looked impossible, and the waves looked not worth the effort anyway, but Mark was out there, a small black-wetsuited figure in a world of furious white water, throwing himself into the stacked walls of onrushing foam.
