Provocative title that and true in all interpretations. I’m going to provoke further and say that both interpretations can activate discomfort… this world is still not the melting pot it’s supposed to be. That’s another story though…history…
My point today is that I love being a woman of colour...but I've never thought that made me different.
In my blog travels, I have noticed and seen many things, 'met' many stylish bloggers, 'connected' with fabulous wonderful females [you know who you are], admired and appreciated all the different expressions of style and marveled at the ingenuity and creativity of many.
I have also noticed an alarming lack of colour. I see splashes but...where are the waves? Not just online, in the 'real' world too.
Don't get me wrong. I like minimal. I get minimalistic. Look at me today! I love black. It's my neutral. I do wear black a lot. Just because I dress as if a rainbow vomits on me doesn't mean I can't appreciate a neutral or monochromatic or minimal look or greyyyyyzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...oh sorry, sorry, I fell asleep...
I'm kidding! Gosh I'm such a bitch. Who knew? My friends. I don't allow them to wear grey. Bossy huh? And they listen to me! Because apparently I know what I'm talking about, being a colour stylist/shopper and all, and I'm not big on the grey.
I understand that it can look nice, have seen it look nice, really like it with hot pink, I recently bought a pair of boss grey platforms but as a mood stimulant and psyche stirrer? Ever wondered why when you're feeling down, sick, lack-lustre...you're grey? When you're not decisive, assertive, energetic and dynamic...what area are you in? hmmm? Thassright sugah. Grey.
...anyway this is not about greyzzzz [sorry. sorry!]. And please, lovely grey-wearing bloggers and readers, do and wear what you want! Just because I don't understand the popularity of grey doesn't mean it's not right. I am not that arrogant to ever suggest this. This is about colour, the lack of in stores, online, the pretty much nothing but, on my site.
I started this blog primarily because I keep getting told how my bold use of colour "inspires". Through the use of colour, women have overcome their fear of being 'here'. I use colour as scientific and spiritual tools.
Colour is a form of electromagnetic energy [and if I haven't already lost you...please. you've come this far. hang on.] which affects the brain waves, particularly the Gamma waves. Gamma waves are associated with higher mental activity and higher reasoning faculties. Go Google. I'll still be here.
...and of course, spiritually, colour affects our chakras. Our moods, our feelings, our esteem, our health, our productivity... Interior designers, fashion designers, scientists, economists, they all learn about the colour effect, they all understand the zeitgeist...which is why I never understand how it is designers send rainbows down their runways and everyone's still "greige".
This is going to get too long...I've already had to edit this piece drastically! So much I want to say, I will do it colour by colour... I want to share with you how colour and world economy relate...how colour can be used as a mask... just like superheros wear masks to 'liberate' their true selves, colour can make you bold, strong and give you the courage to step out of your comfort zone plus no one feels like a wallflower wearing red, who feels sad wearing yellow?
Colour is also a way to get to know where others are at. It's a language as well as a shield....
I know that many of you are rolling your eyes and doing that finger-swirling thing at your temples but...we don't live in a black and white world. That's just our thinking.
It's funny. I can almost feel the "aarrgghhh, my eyes! my EYES!!" of new visitors and some current ones too. And I'm constantly being told "I couldn't wear that". And I really want to know...why not? Why the chromaphobia? Why this fear of standing out? Why be invisible? Why do you want to be invisible? I'm genuinely curious.
My fear of non-colour, of neutrals, of beige, grey, greige, etc is a fear of not being counted. I'm alive. I'm here. Get used to it.
By the way, I am well aware that if we were all the same, it would get pretty boring pretty fast. Diversity is the key to continuity...but... therein lies my point.
I had taken my photos and then I was at my neighbours place and their son had been drawing on the driveway...a rainbow... ahhh...synchronicity... and I know you all noticed the ROYGBIV order of my bangles right?