I have a weird relationship with red: I don’t particularly like the color but for some reason the color seems to suit me. Being a brunette with an olive toned skin, red, in fact, should pretty much love me if we go by the book.
I can tolerate red in small pieces such as an accentuating color, for example my apartment is decorated mainly with black, white, and red. No problem there. However, when it comes to my clothing, I probably own only a dress and a pair of gloves in this brightest of the colors. Red lipstick or more muted tones of red don’t give me shivers, and as you might know, I own a pair of cherry red shoes which I absolutely adore. But when it comes to the signal red color in large amounts, I back up and get irritated. I’m “seeing red”, so to speak.
So why all this talk about the color red, you might ask. Well, I don’t know what exactly has happened with my brainwaves but when one of my favorite designers, Ann Demeulemeester, marched an army of black and red on the runway in Paris last week, my heart pretty much stopped: red had never looked so fierce, so brave, and oh so good. At this point I really have to praise the magic maker herself, as no one has ever made me actually like and want red this much. I guess when it’s presented right, anything can look beautiful. Even the color red.
Images via: Style.com
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