May 3, 2012 |
Mr Armani has spoken and he has said blue. Well, something like that. In his Giorgio Armani collection he veered away from his usual selection of tonal greys and into the realm of blue. At first we thought we might be hallucinating – that lobster we ate the night before had smelled a little dodgy. So we went through our notes. It’s not often we make notes at shows but, for some reason, we felt compelled to do so at this one. BLUE. We had even underlined the word. Twice. Mr Armani, you see, rarely veers from his established “natural” colour palette. What’s more, blue is a favourite colour of ours. It’s the colour of our eyes and Mr Armani’s. We feel as though the blue is a secret language he’s using to communicate with us. Like double Dutch, but nicer on the ears. Think about it for second. Think about colour meanings. Blue, for example, can lower body temperature and suppress appetite. Which basically translate as, “Darlings, I know you find the summer heat simply unbearable, hence I have designed this light, dégradé knit for you to wear. It’s blue, of course. Did you know it was the perfect colour for dieting? You know I love you, darling, but the winter months have not been kind and I really cannot have a potbelly ruining the line of my delicate knits. Please do not be offended – I have a reputation to maintain. Now, darlings, please control your temper. There’s no need to get upset. Why don’t you stroke one of the shiny suits to calm you? Blue is very good for tranquillity. Might even help you hold on to a man for once. Stop you from becoming obsessed that they’re cheating on you when they’ve gone to buy you coffee. And let’s be honest, you’d look handsome all dressed up. A person of power, intelligence and integrity. Darlings, did I say that all three qualities are represented by blue? Just think, you’ll be the talk of Milan. They’ll be swarming around you like bees round a gelato. Now why don’t you ease your arms into this blue jacket? How does that feel? Good? Like floating on a calm azure sea? Darlings, you’re welcome.
by Natalie Dembinska
