MON NOM EST ROUGE
My Name Is Red
Mon Nom Est Rouge
I am on the petals of roses and on the wounds of war.
My name is red.
I am scarlet or carmine. I embody desire, passion, seduction and strength.
I reveal myself and catch the eye.
But what does being a colour really mean?
If you had to describe me to a person blind from birth, what would you say?
Well, you see, I am primarily a feeling.
If I were a fabric, I would be velvet.
If I were a flavour, I would fill the mouth with a taste of flesh and blood.
And if I were a perfume?
I would be both powerful and enveloping, vivid, scandalous and enchanting; I would be reassuring and narcotic, majestic and hypnotic.