from the editor
Finding meaning in colour – especially in an emotional, soothsaying way – is nothing new. from tenuously occult (colourmancy) to kitsch and faddish (mood rings), colour as a mode of self-expression has been around since the ancient Egyptians decorated their mud huts with animal skins and painted urns. More recently, and more personally, i can relate to that. from a communistred dorm room as a student to sage in my late twenties (way before it had its big ‘now’ moment, i might add, which you can read about on page 18) to my current, nancy meyers approved home with swirls of cream and tan (perhaps an outward manifestation of the need for calm and quiet). and that is half the fun, isn’t it, trying to decode our colour journeys? But more than…