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 I get it so wrong?
The boring answer is that there is no such thing as wrong. Personal style is fluid. Colour is subjective. We contain multitudes. Etc. Etc. Etc.
The real answer is that my desire to participate in trends often overpowered the internal alarm that went off every time I wore bright yellow. (I was never, and will never be, a Spring.)
I also conveniently ignored the fact that while blondes may have more fun, the party ends once the brass creeps in.
So, in the spirit of accountability, here is a non-exhaustive list of my seasonal sins:
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All of my jewellery is yellow gold. Even my engagement and wedding rings.
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My hair is the most incorrect shade of blonde.
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I would often fake tan, because surely warmth could be manufactured (plus it blended better with sin 1 and 2).
- I often wear black (the horror!!) and cream/beige (how dare she??)
And now? I plan to correct at least some of these. Gradually. With restraint. Possibly.
Chroma Theory is, in part, a love letter to the girls and guys who could never quite work out if their veins were blue or green. To those who want to drench their lives in harmonious colour, but still wear a BRAT green shirt to bed sometimes.
Here’s to becoming a Cool (Summer) Girl.
Stay tuned.