A Punch of Colours, or A Colourful Punch?

So there I was, experimenting with a completely new colour scheme and silhouette. Instead of an architectural upper half, the focus is brought close to the ground. This exercise proved to be rather challenging for someone like me who wears shades of black most of the time. I’m simply not used to looking this bright and un-melancholic. In an attempt to balance this almost-ecstatic outfit, I paired the dress with the passive-aggressive skirt from Issey Miyake that may or may not resemble the curve of a scorpion’s tail.

Honestly speaking I don’t shun colours, in fact I love them, but if I were to include colours I tend to go all out, eg. vibrant red (Haider) or deep purple (Yohji) or fluorescent pink (Jil), no half-arsed pale sickly baby blue. The urge to vomit colours all over myself doesn’t happen often though. It’s one thing to wear one or two dominant colours, no matter how bright, but to look like I’ve been doused by the content of an overturned Duluxe truck usually involves me fighting the inevitable urge to run back to the house to find solace in black. Perhaps it’s simply a matter of getting used to, quite like the theory of mere-exposure effect. Regardless, I love this Martina Spetlova‘s candy corn dress so much because it’s a proud celebration of all things vibrant and powerful – it’s so bright it’s almost an assault to the unsuspecting eyes.