Red is the colour

Yes, beautiful, sumptuous, glorious RED! Music to my eyes, edible to my taste and no I do not have the tendencies of a vampire. Arguable my head screams as I take a sly look to the right and spy Let The Right One In- Lindqvist's reinvention of the vampire novel, which is of course fabulous and not just for its cover smudge of red... erm...do we detect fetish here? Rewind. Back to colour appreciation/adoration. 

Take a stab for instance, not at the jugular but at the mysterious 'deep secret' red rose. A favorite of mine with as much finger-beckoning persuasion as a certain, rather distinctive, Joanne Harris' Chocolat that too was able to effortlessly unlock, unleash and appease the wildest desires through acute sensitivity of the the senses. Rather like for Patrick Suskind's scent-compelled protagonist Grenouille, one swift inhalation of these deepest rose-red packed petals propels the inquisitive sniffer to some utopian wisp of a white moment, upward and beyond the roof top of the mind. This panegyric rant however is not 'the story of a murderer', perfume creator or chocolatier, but rather Grenouille, it is merely an appreciation of heaven- scent red things ; ). Red for me yes arguably invokes levels of indescribable pleasure...fortunately for many unlike he, I do not wish to preserve it via a glass bottle ; ). 

Another fine example of 'red love', (remember I coined that), as I pay homage to a decade-long love affair that I have pleasured myself with. Re-the endless army of glossy black and bar code white boxes containing the infamous Chanel 'Rouge-Noir' nail polish. If you had not guessed, I unpaid, do solemnly declare that this product oozes rich red gorgeousness, (should I sign that?). Polish, as opposed to varnish because, quite frankly, some words are of course linguistically superior to others. Further the colour is a glorious deadly dark shade of red, deep-secret-like provocative, evocative and a professional must for those who prefer to purr with 'polished' sexuality as opposed to varnished, woody and well... average. Oh detect the snobbery.

I continue to praise now the i-Pod of love whose red slender body never fails to stimulate me away from the life mundane. For example, it is somewhat difficult to suppress a smile when the shopping episode; top end boredom task, is pleasantly blurred by a booming symphony of sounds that do not comply with the task in hand. Can you imagine how trolley rage dissipates on listening to James Horner's 'A Kaleidoscope of Mathematics'(A Beautiful Mind), or alternatively The Cult's 'She sells Sanctuary' on looking upon yet another grizzled expression at the empty banana box. Red clearly is pleasure in my life, even through the very lenses that view this font, framed in yes red, beautiful red as is my other trusty steed to the left, the Chambers dictionary, of course. 

So lets fly with some of Chambers' best, red-haired, red-handed, red-heat, red-herring, red-letter, red-light, red-tape, (I prefer rope for that definition), red-alert. .... Thank-you Chambers, as opposed to Parker who would prefer pink. To further, with my thoughts this time which incidentally are not in any particular order for those of the analytical nature. Red is the colour of:

 Danger, hearts, seduction, love, fire, passion, blush, blood, sex, must-have lips, talons to match, indeed the lust and all that defies the nullified signifiers of dust and is not just for... 

VALENTINES ; )  X