David Coggins considers the ultimate summer palette.
Our relationship to colour is elemental. It describes a basic level of attraction, mood, intent, and, in its lack, mourning. It’s how you know if somebody is embarrassed, or know a fruit is ripe. The sartorial-minded obsess over silhouette and all sorts of details (you know who you are), but what communicates more than color? What sets the stage more than something vivid, the equivalent of a wide smile? Or something aggressively neutral, like raising one eyebrow?
We think of blue as a solid, dependable—it is a workhorse after all. But it’s so much more than that. Consider the opening of Alexander Theroux’s essay from his truly extraordinary book The Primary Colors when he describes blue:
“It is the color of ambiguous depth, of the heavens and of the abyss at once; blue is the color of the shadow side, the tint of the marvelous and the inexplicable, of desire, of knowledge, of the blue movie, of blue talk, of raw meat and rare steak, of melancholy and the unexpected (once in a blue moon, out of the blue).”