Diana Vreeland about colors and French faces in her book “D.V.”

About French faces:

“There’s no such thing as a slack French face. Haven’t you ever noticed that? I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I think it’s because the French have to exercise their jaws and the inside of their mouths so much just to get the words out. The vowels demand so much. In fact, the French language has a lot to do with handsomeness and the beauty of the French face. Talk one line in French and the whole inside of your face moves, whereas the English language leaves you a bit slack. I’ll give you an example: Look in the mirror. Now say “Che-rie!” Did you see what your face just did? Did you see all the exercise you got? Now try “Dear.” No exercise there. You are really on a dead horse…”

small fragment about colours:

“Lighting is everything in color. It’s affected by the way the sun shines in certain countries. And the farther north you go, the more sense of color you get. I’m not talking about little gray stone Scottish villages… but the roses of Scotland are so rose-pink! And the purple heather-the violent violet of heather under the blue Scottish sky…I adore Scotland. If only I didn’t have to sleep there at night – it’s so bloody cold.

I don’t like southern skies. To me, they’re not… enough. Although the most beautiful sky I’ve everseen in my life was in the tropics, over Bahia until I saw exactly the same sky over Hong Kong. I’d been told in Bahia that the only other place where that special blue existed was China, although they couldn’t be farther apart. Bahia is practically on the equator, and most of China is very cold northern country; but the blue of the sky is identical. It’s a cold blue of hard enamel, and it’s too beautiful.

There’s never been a blue like the blue of the Duke of Windsor’s eyes. When I’d walk into the house in Neuilly, he’d be standing at the end of the hall. He always received you himself, which was terribly attractive, and he always had something funny and friendly to say to you while you disposed of your coat. But I’d see him standing there, and even in the light of the hall, which was quite dim, I could see that blue. It comes from being at sea. Sailors have it. I suppose it’s in the family – Queen Mary had it too. But he had an aura of blue around him. I mean what I say – it was an azure aura surrounding the face. Even in a black-and-white picture you can feel it.

Black is the hardest color in the world to get right – except for gray….”

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