“The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color — oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…” ― Anna Godbersen,
Is it just me or is there a conspiracy afoot between the fashion industry and the medical profession which dictates to our array of talented designers the order that winter time is the chosen time for dark and gloomy color schemes and summer the ideal season for the brightest and most brilliant color schemes the fashion world could possibly devise?
Winter is the ideal time to saturate the clothing isles of all our major malls with colors meant to energize, mesmerize and colorize a world dominated by dark nights and white snowfalls.
This is the time of year when many folks suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and seek some kind of daily buzz to help them not only lift their sagging spirits but also inspire them to get out of bed and enjoy the day.
These folks erroneously seek costly medical and psychiatric advice on how to overcome the debilitating effects of their affliction when they should be forming lobby groups demanding that their merchandisers twist a few arms and get fashion houses to rethink their winter line of uninspiring styles and drab seasonal colors.
It does not make sense to me that clothing in the summer tries to compete with Mother Nature’s brilliance and lively colors. Nature’s unlimited color palate is much more creative and inspiring than the most renown fashion house could possibly devise.
In economic terms would it not make more sense and cents to spend the money many of us are now paying for prescription drugs and expand our personal wardrobes with items that build up our energy levels and excite us to be alive even during the most bleakest of winter days?
Today I went to a nearby mall hoping to find a few colorful polo shirts to help liven my spirits. I walked into a number of popularly advertisers retailers and was told that the bright colors were reserved for spring and summer. The rows of clothing I saw were black and brown and dark depressing shades of purple.
It is unfair and economically depressing that fashion color sense has fallen prey to a type of enforced color phobia that would have kept Sigmund Freud busy for years.
We are what we wear and at times this could be relaying the wrong message to our winter weary brains.