
Hermès was a pioneer. Long before the days of flower power and the craze for psychedelic tone, before fashion altogether, when it was all about showing one's unique and precious character and being in line with certain traditions (the Muses' dresses in Greek mythology were orange), one shade alone was right for the job: orange.
Surprisingly enough, but not without reason, orange did not exist in the West for a long time. It didn't even have a name. It was a product of blends ordained by the Inquisition. Yellow + Red = Hell. It bore the mark of infamy. In the collective unconscious, it is a sub-colour, like purple and brown. Seen as vulgar, flashy and inferior, it is usually the last in line when it comes to favourite colours in France. Orange disturbs conventional people because it wraps them in a warm embrace. It shocks conformists because it denotes a spark. it puzzles people set in their ways becuase it is new. Hermès orange...the carriage that turned into a pumpkin."
copied from Hermès.com
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Fabulous post on orange, I saved this as one of my favourites! Good work.
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