THE SECRET RED CLUB
Last night I was thinking about how different I feel when wearing the color red, I literally step into a world where I might just feel confident enough to hold a conversation with Grace Jones.
The shift is immediate; as I slip into my cardinal attire, my body language switches to sultry, it’s as if my cells know they can take the day off from over-performing. Entering a room, gliding becomes my physical ammo — and my sensitivity towards anyone else that might be cloaked in this regal palette stands front and center as I feel most enticed to walk over and introduce myself, almost as if we are in our own secret red club and must exchange a glance or at best give our secret handshake to one another.
In fact, red for me is the ONLY color that could possibly have a secret club. A color so present, it has to whisper in order to stand its own cool regard.
The famous photograph of Capucine comes to mind, if red were a personality, this photograph tells you everything you need to know.
As a frequency, the color resides at the lowest hertz (Hz), confirming it IS the cool one of the bunch.
Thinking about the women through the ages who would revel in this secret club, the grand dame herself, Diana Vreeland comes to mind, as she spoke “red” fluently.
I can imagine her now, requesting the Gavel to be painted the perfect tone of crimson when calling all notable soul stirring commanders to order. (Yes, I just appointed her the chief of the club) —
If red were a lifestyle:
your favorite animal would be a giraffe
you would relish in long gravitational hugs
you would have the most exquisite perfume collection
full moons would be the perfect reason for a lavish dinner party
Valentine’s Day would merely be a day to chain smoke cigarettes
Laying in a lush green field would be your favorite hobby
one of your favorite words would be myopic as you love to use it to describe people (well only those that truly deserve it- you are kind at heart)
you would be nostalgic for your Grandmother’s kitchen that smells of maple syrup
you loathe cruelty
… and of course, you would eat pomegranates for breakfast, always romancing yourself in one form or another. As I reflect on this color, I think of many other sightings; clues confirming evidence that this secret club lives amongst us, whispering small glimpses of its juicy life and teasing us to join in on the fun.
A small selection of some red morsels:
I wasn't aware that my lifestyle was "RED," but you, my dear, brought enlightenment. Also, that tiger necklace.