color stories


On long car trips Mark and I used to amuse ourselves by inventing new color names for clothing catalogs. (This was a separate endeavor from our development of "J. Crew, the movie," which I'll leave for another day.) The colors had to sound almost plausible, which wasn't hard, since names like "blueberry" and "toast" and "mediterranean" were common in late-eighties/early-nineties catalogs. "Mouse" and "Calamine" are two I remember.

Today I read that writer and artist Robin Strober has taken this fascination with color names a step further. She composes collections of paint chips as a poetic evocation of a particular subject, arranging the found language of names between layers of lucite.


any idea how i can view any more of robin strober's work. i too recently saw photos her work in a magazine and would love to see more of this great work. is she currently showing at a gallery? how can i get ahold of her?

Please post a comment or email me if you find out more - the work was interesting, but I only know what I read in the article I linked to.



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