Lately I've been falling for the lure of color, there is something about it that almost feels voyeuristic.
I've been enamoured with the depth of black since I got into fashion. There is no question to the power and elegance of a black dress, but through the sober presence of it, there's always something out of my perceived understanding, Black can suggest mourning, authority, introversion, humility, dignity, modesty, mystery. Black is always a safe option.
But a red dress (or blouse in this particular case) has a different aura, an urge to express. A form of exhibitionism.
I believe that the reason nature is full of color is to send a warning of existence: Here I am, Look at me, acknowledge me, understand me.
