Egads, get it together man!
I’ve been drifting along in a fluffy brain cloud all day. Not sure why. I came back from a Kpop/Jpop dance event last night and got to bed just after 3am. I had seven hours sleep, so it doesn’t make sense to be so thoroughly shot. Still, a combination of coffee, eggs benny brunch and a leisurely walk back home did nothing to appease my mental fogginess. My girlfriend and I napped for around three hours. Still groggy. Expect less than nothing in this entry.
I put out the question of favourite colour combos to friends today. Not sure why, I was just thinking about how much I liked purple and bold yellow together. Think of The Lakers and you’ll get what I’m thinking. I wonder what it is that endears someone towards particular mash ups of shades and hues. Is it instinctual? Based on any number of life experiences? If someone was super into blue and red, could it be because of a lifelong Spider Man or Super Man fandom? Could an affinity for brown and blue come from seeing crispy brown leaves cascading down on a clear Fall day? I’m not sure. Whenever I think of orange and purple together, the image that pops into my head is from a random hacky sack I had as a child. It somehow became my go-to, despite Jaffas packaging and the existence of The Phoenix Suns.
I remember learning about colour wheel theory. It’s easy to remember, because it happened all of five years ago. One of my exes told me about it and my views on visual art, fashion and composition were forever changed. Something something “after the jump”. I had no idea about Accent and Dominant colours. There’s still a nigh infinite amount I don’t know, but at least I now understand that there’s a method and logic behind it all instead of hoping for pure serendipity. To some people it is just instinctive. Occasionally I’ll spot a mix of colours and wonder why it makes me feel uncomfortable. Like a math equation with an incorrect solution. Nature usually seems to get it right somehow. People of Walmart, less so.
A bunch of friends suggested blue and teal as their favourite. My mind bolted to some kind of warm mint chocolate drink. Another mentioned neon green and baby blue and I thought of water wings on a sunny day. My more artistically inclined friends chimed in with more complex arrangements. Me? I have difficulty composing an outfit. Which is why I tend to rotate between simple palette swaps of plain coloured shirts and pants.
Palette swaps describe my initial fascination with colours. They came from fighting games. As a kid I thought it was the coolest to see known quantities in alternate colour schemes. When I first saw Blanka in his yellow/blue incarnation instead of the common green/orange my world inverted. I thought someone at the arcade had put in a cheat code. I always tried to cycle into unusual colour schemes. When I played One Must Fall: 2097 I’d spend a bunch of time on my robot’s colour scheme. It was the fucking best being able to personalise these robots and put my own stamp on them.
It’s neat too knowing that I’m only at the foot of the mountain that is understanding colours. They’ve got so much potential to influence mood. I’m certain that specific colour combos encourage productivity or set tone. Whether it’s in movies, fashion or visual design/iconography, our feelings are deeply influenced by colour. Chatting at a bar a while back, a friend told me that design trends were shifting back towards those of more oppressive times. Bold reds and blacks. Certain fonts and design styles reminiscent of past fascist regimes. Shying away from complex interpretive palettes towards blunt, uncompromising design. A sign of the times.
On that note, I hope we get at least another year of bisexual lighting before it follows the next step in its eventual evolution.
What I’m saying is that I’m here for bisexual lightning.