We need to talk about colours. No, not the sort of, I-like-colours, or, I-don’t-so-much, but the serious behind-the -scenes talk about what they represent in this day and age. Naturally all humans gravitate towards colours. As much as we naturally like to decorate ourselves. But, like laughing out loud, showing enthusiasm and being easily taken by emotions, appreciating colours have been downgraded in our society. It is seen as childlike and unsophisticated. When you grow up, you should learn to control your emotions, laugh quietly, cry only in utmost distress and most certainly dress discreetly. That means that greys, beiges, whites and blacks are ok – clear colours not. I dislike all those ideas fiercely.
I’d like to tell you a story about a big Golden Moment in this regard: I spent a year in England when I was young. I lived together with a family that had their home decorated by a stylist. At that time that meant having everything – everything – painted or upholstered in either grey, peach or cream, or a combination of those. I didn’t think too much about it at the time. My a-ha moment came when I returned to my childhood home for Christmas. My mothers colour sense struck me like a tidalwave of energy, when I stepped over the threshold at home. The greens, blues, yellows and reds were such injection of energy, it was almost physical. I have never forgotten that feeling. Needless to say my enthusiasm for dressing in colour can easily be explained with this tale in mind. So let me be the one to break it to you; the colours you dress in affect you!
Here I am (and my home) again – in colours. My top is from this springs collection from Anette Stai and the trousers from previous season PINKO. The trick for keeping warm: A thin wool top and a cup of hot coffee of course! Have a colourful week everyone! <3