Posted by Alyssa on


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.




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