Roses are red, bruises are green

Titanic squabbles. When Red and Green banter, they give birth to the most exquisite maleficent potion. Tortured and indecisive lovers, their union, worshipped on the altar of fashion, unravels, leading to an unfading and majestic appearance. No need to wonder why these two vibrating colors take pride of place in movies as well as on the catwalk.

The Masque of the Red Death (Edgar Allan Poe), because the Grim Reaper doesn’t have to wear black.

(Martin Margiela Spring / Summer 2009)

Roses are red, bruises are green

Red can be subversive, outrageous and tragic, and the best way to understand its complexity is to over-analyze every single detail that surrounds us. For instance, we should pay much more attention to the thick reddish velvet curtain that falls to the cold ground at the end of a Shakespearean tragedy, like the blade on the head of a clodhopper. It is as though the color red printed its seal on our retina and beat its blood-drenched lament on our waxy skin.

Roses are red, bruises are green

(Cerruti Fall/Winter 2010)

« Red is my opium, a thousand times more vibrating than a Christian choir. My own red is pagen, lost between antediluvian rites and passions without a name. FIRE, FEVER, BLOOD. Combined with a cross, it becomes blasphemous. Red also reminds me of theater, the whole ardour of a tragic actress, overwhelmed with emotions. When the curtain falls down on the scene, our heart stops beating, as entranced ».

Roses are red, bruises are green

(Alexis Mabille Spring 2012 Couture)

Roses are red, bruises are green

(High Heels, Pedro Almodóvar (1991))

Poisonous, red remains the ultimate symbol of passion and hysteria.

Roses are red, bruises are green

(Twin Peaks, created by David Lynch and Mark Frost)

Roses are red, bruises are green

(Mars Attacks !, Tim Burton (1996))

In some cultures, green symbolizes death, sickness or even the devil himself. Strange color suffering from a pain named prejudice, green somehow arouses mystery and fear. Wearing a green dress is without any doubt a bold choice which reveals the reckless woman in us, ignored by our narrow mind for such a long time.

Roses are red, bruises are green

(Givenchy Spring/Summer 2010)

« Green reminds me of fairies and goblins. My own green is demonic, almost unsettling. DEMON, FOLIAGE, BLACK MAGIC. Marry it to red and you become immortal. De vert mon coeur s’enivre ».

Roses are red, bruises are green

(Manish Arora Spring/Summer 2012)

Roses are red, bruises are green

(Vertigo, Alfred Hitchcock (1958))

Rouge et Vert, the unhealthy alliance (yet spellbinding).