Yes, orange was so five years ago.
But at the same time it never really went away. It needed no comeback for it was never gone. Because there's nothing in our color spectrum so infused with earth and sky, vibrancy and comfort as orange. It's the abundant harvest, the wizened final burst of color before the intemperate winter comes. And unlike spring in all its fresh obstinacy, orange is the symbol of maturity and ripeness.
Orange is warmth, even when buried deep into the depths of brown.
Orange steals away the sterility of white and allows it to be purity and serenity.
It warms and softens the stone.
It can even make the traditional brash again. (Le Courbusier chair from the 1928 design: corbusier chair petit confort.)
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