Picture old hollywood red--bright and shiny, leaning on a tad warm... what would it physically feel like? Like the sun beating down on a cold, brisk day. Warming your insides first, and then working on your face as it gradually lifts up as a flower did to the rain. Fingernails running up your flesh, leaving bruised goosebumps as the red makes it way up your pouty lips and into your soul. I like that brisk, loud color that stood out and lingered...
Will it...will it with you?