TECHNICOLOR REVELATION
TECHNICOLOR REVELATION
A busy convention center floor lit with metal halide lamps overhead and abuzz with international traders speaking in all the worlds native tongues, some speak Mandarin while sipping coffee from Styrofoam cups as other’s converse in languages secret to most shifting their stance on the lightweight concrete battleground.
You’re standing in the middle of the tradeshow arena, where global apparel gladiators trade and negotiate over textiles and manufacturing agreements. Pastel purchase orders are signed in triplicate, a receipt is issued and a scarlet red stamp seals the agreement as Japanese business men pass New York business women on the way to the Las Vegas airport to return home after a long weekend at the Pantheon of the apparel trade.
The promotional materials sent to my home served as the inspiration for the color palette used on my Internet magazine that is the centerpiece of my web site.
The second source of colors was gleaned from a club flier that was once left in a Detroit suburban record store five years ago. I still posses the aqua coated cardboard today since one of my past and present hobbies is my collection of promotional fliers and posters for underground movements and electronic melody makers.
A busy convention center floor lit with metal halide lamps overhead and abuzz with international traders speaking in all the worlds native tongues, some speak Mandarin while sipping coffee from Styrofoam cups as other’s converse in languages secret to most shifting their stance on the lightweight concrete battleground.
You’re standing in the middle of the tradeshow arena, where global apparel gladiators trade and negotiate over textiles and manufacturing agreements. Pastel purchase orders are signed in triplicate, a receipt is issued and a scarlet red stamp seals the agreement as Japanese business men pass New York business women on the way to the Las Vegas airport to return home after a long weekend at the Pantheon of the apparel trade.
The promotional materials sent to my home served as the inspiration for the color palette used on my Internet magazine that is the centerpiece of my web site.
The second source of colors was gleaned from a club flier that was once left in a Detroit suburban record store five years ago. I still posses the aqua coated cardboard today since one of my past and present hobbies is my collection of promotional fliers and posters for underground movements and electronic melody makers.
posted by thedesignstudent at 9:46 PM
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(off topic but I loved the Paris/Nicole statement you left me, tres Perez Hilton)
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