Over the period of last few year I went from nothing is pink in my wardrobe to everything is pink in my wardrobe kind of unintentionally. It happened somewhere at the very edge of my consciousness and I cannot remember really paying attention to it. But one day I just looked in the mirror and saw myself as I was – wearing a pink dress, a pink coat, pink shoes, huge pink glasses and holding my favourite pink bag – and realized how much has changed. It turns out that, well, whether I like it or not, I am seriously addicted to pink.
Come on, it never used to be the case. I struggle to remember even one piece of pink clothing – let it be a hairband even – that I had owned before I went to Uni. There are also plenty of colours that will never make it to my wardrobe (brown for that matter; why are all shoes brown? brown makes me aesthetically sick), yet somehow only pink managed to complete a full and unexpected transition from colour non gratus to thing to have. I am not the only one though – many of my friends and acquaintances struggle with this bizarre love-hate fluctuation for pink. It seems to be relatively common at our age. The question is therefore – if since childhood the consumption-focused media and society tries to force pink down our throats, why can we only realize its full potential only once we are fully grown adults? [Read more…]