My name is red (outfit post)/ Moje ime je crvena (odjevna kombinacija)

“I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?

Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances.

I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted.

I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor in subtlety, but through determination and will. So, I draw attention to myself. I’m not afraid of other colours, shadows, crowds or even of loneliness. How wonderful it is to cover a surface that awaits me with my own victorious being! Wherever I’m spread, I see eyes shine, passions increase, eyebrows rise and heartbeats quicken. Behold how wonderful it is to live! Behold how wonderful to see. I am everywhere. Life begins with and returns to me. Have faith in what I tell you.” 
― Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red

Red colour (if we are to believe Pamuk) feels fortunate to be red and I feel fortunate to be able to wear red. ( Do you know that wearing red was forbidden in the Middle Ages because they believed it to be the colour of the devil? How silly! It is the colour of love in all cultures) Moreover, I feel happy to have a copy of My Name is Red, a gift from my friends. Red is one of those colours I can never get tired of and this novel is one of those novel one can reread and find something new every time which is a sure sign of a work of literature. There is always place for a new interpretation....both of the novel and the colour by which it was named.

Crvena boja (ako ćemo vjerovati Pamuku i njegovom romanu Zovem se crvena ) osjeća se sretnom što je crvena i ja se osjećam sretnom što mogu nositi crvenu. ( Znate da je crvena boja bila zabranjena u srednjem vijeku jer se smatrala vražjom bojom. Koja besmislica! To je boja ljubavi u svim kulturama). Nadalje, sretna sam jer imam primjerak romana Zovem se crvena, poklon od prijateljica...taj mi roman nikada ne može dosaditi, kao ni crvena boja...uvijek se tu može pronaći nešto novo, neko novo tumačenje...i boje...i romana.