I recently attended a colour analysis session in Byron Bay, where I sat, an egg shaped face in a white cap, watching myself be draped with my best and worst colours. Like many of her clients (shout out to Rach The Magpie!) I was confidently incorrect about my season to start. With fair neutral skin, dark hair and eyes, all the magazine quizzes declared me a Winter. But despite that, I was officially ordained a Summer. A Cool Summer, to be precise. As someone who genuinely loves colour, how did...
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