As far as I’ve ever been concerned, the colour fuschia has been reserved for the uninteresting section of the Crayola 24 pack and the puffy winter coat circa 1997 that I secretly resented. Fortunately, as I’ve grown up, so has my preference in colour – and this hue, previously penned as obnoxious, has evolved into something much more than just a cry to get schooled in colour theory.
Not the subtlest of RGB selections, fuschia doesn’t quite scream “I’m a baby”; yet, it’s not bright/not light/highly saturated tone makes it less than 1% of the population’s go-to colour [#statistics]. Generally, looking like a put-together adult is difficult enough when you have the face of a 14 year old – so naturally it does its job at complicating most situations [more #statistics].
Considering that Bianca and I have been spending ~xtra time~ to implement the “wear more colour” notch in our new year’s resolutions, fuschia has been one of the many segues into this new/old sartorial hobby. And despite the fact that I’m still scared of it, in and amoungst the blacks, whites, and greys, there’s really nothing more comforting than knowing I have a fuchsia bowler hat waiting on the wings to bring me back to 1997 and make me feel yung and wild and free once again.
ON BIANCA: Forever 21 jacket, hat, and mules; Pixie Market lace romper
ON DANI: Forever 21 coat and backpack; Topshop culottes and shoes; Aritzia crop top