Can we talk for a second about how pink is having the craziest moment ever? I have never been a big pink person (I was more of a purple girl growing up), but for the past year I have been squealing like an idiot any time I find something in a super-saturated shade of pink. I’m not sure what it is, but this color has a hold on me like no other. Yet, oddly, while I was walking around Brooklyn yesterday, I picked up a dishtowel with pink stitching and found myself mouthing a rather lackluster, “Wheee . . .” I know some people will think pink jumped the shark long ago, but I think pink is only beginning to see the end of its trend moment.
It will, of course, return, but something is starting to shift internally for me, and I’m feeling pulled toward softer “spa” colors like pale aqua-green and soft, butter yellows. Perhaps my humiliating elementary school wardrobe of Laura Ashley jumpsuits is finally coming back to haunt me (so much pale yellow!), but these softer colors are creeping in and making me think twice about bright pinks right now. So as an early farewell to bright pink, I wanted to celebrate with a little pink explosion in the form of this Chinatown photograph by Horacio Rodriguez. In the next few months, I’m sure the moment will come when I won’t want pink anywhere near me, but for now, this still makes me smile. Click here to pick up a mini-print version of this photo ($20.80) online. xo, grace