credit EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
LEAD DESIGNER
Ngo Huong Nhi
Truong Quynh Trang
WRITERS
DESIGNERS
Nguyen Bang Viet
Nguyen Cong Minh Quang
Tran Ha Linh
Phan Thao Linh
Nguyen Ha Le
Tran Linh Thao
Nguyen Hoang Phong
Nguyen Hoang Nam
Nguyen Thao My
Nguyen Thao My
Tran Thi Khanh Huyen
Dinh Quang Minh
Dinh Quang Minh Do Thu Trang
contents
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PERSPECTIVE The streaks of Identity
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EDITOR’S LETTER
PERSPECTIVE
The Colours Issue
The Colours of Our Lives
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CAMPUS REPORT
SHORT STORY
Sem A 2018
Once More
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COVER STORY
ENTERTAINMENT
Colours, what are they?
Imbued Colours
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INSIDER'S STORY
ENTERTAINMENT
Colours in the Air
The fight of justice: from dusk to dawn
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INSIDER'S STORY
ENTERTAINMENT
The Colours of Seventeen
The Breakfast Club
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INSIDER'S STORY
ENTERTAINMENT
A Monotone World
Crossword
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PERSPECTIVE A Painter in All of Us
COMIC
EDITOR’S LETTER
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the colours issue
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hat is there to describe this world better than colours? Ever since the beginning of time, our life has been painted in streaks and strikes. In the era where pretty much every major sensation such as colours have been long elaborated, we understand colours better than ever. They are passionate (red). They are calm (blue). They are vibrant, exciting, enthusiastic (yellow). They are mysterious, authoritative, quiet as the night (black). The concept of colours exists way before we human even know what it is. Although Aristotle and other ancient scientists had already written on the nature of light and colour vision, it was not until Newton that light was identified as the source of the colour sensation. The concept of colour today is preciously multifaceted, like that of a diamond. We are blessed to be living in the era where people have understood the power of colours and their effect on human life, the life we all love so much. Every single thing in this universe (and maybe other universes, too!) carries its own set of colours. Even me, and even you.
our lives. Amaranth pink is the colour of the five cent bubblegum you were always caught chewing in middle school. Thistle Purple is the colour that sank beneath your skin when your bruises surfaced to tell stories of the experiences you adventured through as a young and fearless child. Cerise is the colour your heart beats when you look at someone in the middle of a conversation and truly internalize just how deeply you care for them. Tyrian is the colour of intimate anticipation, the hue that hangs in the air on first dates, the shade that lingers between desire and longing. Catalina blue is the colour that calmly bleeds into the night sky minutes before the twilight breaks. Alabaster ivory is the colour of the sugar your father would scoop into his bitter coffee right before he would pick you up in his arms to kiss you goodbye in the morning. Sable beige is the colour of the sand you pressed your feet into the first day you saw the Ocean. Maize yellow is the colour that floods into your apartment at 7am, blanketing every corner of your room in a new beginning. Those. Those are my colours. The colours that made my life.
Colours make the world, and colours make
What are yours? Editor-in-chief,
Ngo Huong Nhi
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CAMPUS REPORT Words & layout by Thao My
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BOOK SWAP EVENT
nutrition workshop
Got some old books collecting dust on your shelves? Swap old books for new adventures!
“Eat smart - Live Healthier” is the message FIST wants to deliver to RMIT staffs and students.
From 19th March to 19th April, RMIT students got the chance to exchange their old books to get new ones from the Library.
With the workshop held in week 6, FIST brought us the valuable knowledge of how to eat more scientifically, how to calculate the nutritions of the food to supply your body’s demand.
In total, nearly 1500 books were traded for both campus. Additionally, the Library gave away 100 best sellers books for participants.
The participants also received delicious salad lunch boxes after the workshop!
TET KHONG LAM GI?
INTERNATIONAL FESTIVAL
With the desire of delivering a meaningful Tet to everyone, we combined our annual charity show ‘Tet khong lam gi?’ with the message: The true value of Tet will be felt when you treasure family moments and share that warmth to the unfortunate kids.
In order to embrace RMIT’s cultural diversity and bring beautiful colors of the world to campus, International Festival was held during week 8 and attracted more than 300 participants. Lots of memorable moments were captured during the dancing workshops, the movie nights by Dance Club, the Runstoppable by SIFE along with impressive cultural booths fair from all student clubs.
After the sub-events on the walking street, the sweet soups and the lucky money selling along with the big show on 24th January, we received more than 30,000,000 dong to support the kids in Vietnam National Children’s Hospital. This is the thank you note we want to send to all of you who supported us - Current Media in making the wishes came true!
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COVER STORY
Colours, what are they? words by Linh Nhi design by Trang
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hen we were little, they were wax crayons. When we were a little older, they were white tutus, pink ribbons, green football fields, red lockers. The colours in our lives aren’t just streaks and strikes of every millimetre in the spectrum, but we find them in our hearts and build a palette for ourselves. People become shades of colours, colours become shades of feelings. That elementary teacher we all loved dearly, is the red apple, sitting juicy on a wooden desk. That girl we all once admired with her hair flowing every time she walks, glides in pink through the school hallway. That feeling which throbs our heart when we meet that person’s eyes in
a crowded room, overflows our chest with a wave of red, pixelated, flying popping hearts. Colours are the red shade of smudgy lipstick on the first date with our first boyfriend. Colours are the honey yellowed sunlights drenching our front yard. Colours are the occasional bouquet sitting by our window in the morning. Our lives are canvases of vibrant pigments, with every stage tinted in shades of everything dear and everything less. Ultimately, the meaning of colour is messy. On one level, there seems to be some universal experience of the electromagnetic spectrum on living things, where short and long waves cause different effects to our being on the most basic level. But
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on another it is highly personal. Colour doesn’t exist within a thing; it is the experience an outside agent has of the thing.
productions, inventing objects, enhancing their environment and so on. History too tells colourful tales through archaeological sites, architecture, art and literature. And not just in red, blue, or green. The colour of ancientness and triumphancy covering the Colosseum of Rome. The colour of romance filling the air in Paris. The colour of culture paints China a shade of rich and oriental. Today we marvel at the cleverness of people who created the Pyramids and the Parthenon thousands of years ago. Some countries are soaked in the colour of their own identities. The Green Irish. The Red Russian. The Pastel French. The ginghammilky-blue Dutch. Pretty neat, is it not?
We live by the rhythm and tempo of colour changes indicating the passage of time and the cycle of the seasons. We wake up every morning to the deep blue sky before dawn gives way to a paler blue light that permeates mornings, followed by the more yellow hue of the afternoon and then the red light of the evening when the sun sets. These changes can be so gradual and steady that they are barely noticeable, but nonetheless they colour our awareness of the passing day. The air we breathe, the ground under our feet, the Sun, the Moon and the stars—all are vibrating their own particular colour essence that both sets them apart and unites them with us as one, in the essence of life itself. Even seasons highlight very different colours, with the fresh, brand new greens of spring darkening as summer progresses, then comes an inferno of orange, yellow and gold as autumn settles in only a few months later. Winter launches into an austere note, with few remaining vibrant colours, and sometimes a smattering of snow that eradicates the lingering green, reducing the outlook to a simple contrast between darkness and light. Colours give every object, be it animate or inanimate, an identity of its own, helping it to be distinguished from the rest. If nature is forced to re-envelope itself in black and white, how would one differentiate between the rising sun that radiates hope from the setting sun that calls for rest? How would a lady understand the feelings hidden in the depths of a young lad who had gifted her a rose in black and white? Should young ones then be forced to memorise the shades of black and the feelings they represent, a second time?
Even though colours mean a lot, black and white are beautiful in their own way. What value would a memorable photograph of the good old times held in the trembling hands of an old woman have, if everything is in colour? How would an artist represent sadness, despair and pain if there wasn’t something called black and white? How odd would the sky look if it has to wear another colour during the thunderstorms, instead of jet black? Without black, no colour has any depth. But if you mix black with everything, suddenly there’s shadow—no, not just shadow, but fullness. You’ve got to be willing to mix black into your palette if you want to create something that’s real. Concluding, black and white are just another two colours, equally important as the others. Our lives aren’t just painted in rainbows, but in monotone hues, too. So colours, what are they? I’d say, colours are rooted in the essence of our lives, and vice versa. The answer to this is so infinite, as to the shades of each colour themselves. Life, to me, is like a long straight ruler with different, pulsating colours on the markers of life. Sometimes it can be an unending river of clear, fast water with swirls of colours amongst the icy or warm depth. Sometimes it is a huge unfinished painting, waiting for an artist to pick up the brush and splatter across the canvas streaks of vibrancy that bring it to life. Life, after all, is a box of colours. As we unpack it little by little along the way, they define us, as we define them too.
Colours is the celebration of our lives. We can travel to any part of the world, and we can still see this celebration in action. People from all walks of life create a colourful existence in all manner of ways: painting their faces, performing rituals, telling stories, creating statues and monuments, designing costumes and fashion clothes, staging theatre and musical
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INSIDER'S STORY INSIDER'S STORY
Words by Khanh Huyen Design by Lindsay Advoire
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“What colours can a pilot see?” Isn’t it strange, to ask such a question? The answer would undoubtedly be: all. It’s he who must own the best eyes and the ability to make out tiniest dots of colour, for there are hundreds of signs and buttons in operation.
colours I envisioned were not seen, they were felt and fathomed. Those colours reflected my understandings and feelings towards the places rather than my visual perceptions. I proceeded to ask my dad what colours he makes of cities he flew over, looking down from the sky.
My father is a pilot. It will be a blink of an eye before he’s retired, and not until recently did I realise that during his nearly 30 years flying, I have never wondered what he sees above the clouds. So I asked. The answer was as obvious as it was obscure: white, blue and black. The fluffy white clouds, the clear blue sky in daylight where at night, it appears to be a mostly dark surface spangled with minuscule stars. I must have looked so dumbstruck at the moment that my father questioned:
- Silvery gray and occasionally sparkled with multi-coloured city lights.—he said. - All of them? - All of them. From someone who always replied “They are no better than Hanoi except for the tall buildings.” whenever asked how Moscow, Frankfurt, Paris or London was, this was also not an unpredictable answer.
- What else do you expect, dear? There’s nothing up there. If anything, fog is sometimes apparent, but it is just another shade of white, is it not? - Isn’t there anything to distinguish different cities? - How so? - Like, changes of colours?
My Dad loves to be home. He doesn’t like travelling, which seems unusual for a pilot whose job is to travel the world on a daily basis. But my Dad is no tourist, you could ask him for famous attractions in cities and I wouldn’t be surprised if he is unable to list more than five each, however frequently he visits them. Imagine sitting in one spot for a continuous 14 hours, hasty breaks for a cigarette (let’s keep this a secret but yes, pilots do smoke sometimes) to temporarily relieve of the gravity of hundreds’ people lives on your shoulder. While all your biological clock screams sleepy, then a flight to a faraway land does not sound as exciting, does it? After all those long hours on duty, my dad would usually sleep his next day away and rest in the hotel, recharging energy for his next flight. There is hardly ever time for a tour before he leaves the country. With such routine, all foreign cities become monotonic destinations.
It was a silly question. There exists only one sky and even when you are as near as Ho Chi Minh City or as far as Venice, it remains the same colours of white, blue and black. Still, I expected my father to say yes, that every bit of the sky has its own shades that helps telling apart Tokyo’s and Melbourne’s. As to why I believed such a thing existed, I myself was oblivious. Maybe because I’ve always fancied Tokyo’s sky in pastel blue, or that Seoul’s of a soft clear shade, London’s covered in greyish layers of fog and a snowy white shields the sky of Moscow. In my vision, Hanoi has the dullest sky of all, for the immense amount of dust scattering our country’s air every day. At a spur of the moment, I realised that the
- There is one difference though, only Vietnam is all green.
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Green of rice fields, green of home. For Daddy, Hanoi is always the best place in the world, I’m not assuming, he claimed so countless times. I used to protest every now and then, that notwithstanding all the luscious food and its ancient beauty, Hanoi is a polluted, messy city with a constant opaque shade of blue for a sky. My Dad never argued back, and I only now understand why. Hanoi is the best because there holds our home, there holds our family. There holds his love. It’s where mom’s food tastes the most flavourful, freshly cooked and hot served, not packed in some plastic boxes and heated in the hotel’s microwave. It’s where he could wake up on a cosy bed with his wife, not alone in an empty room; where his daughters greet him good morning instead of some strange faces of the foreign receptionists. At home, my Dad could just lie around, watching his favourite local TV shows, having the time of his life, whereas in other countries he could only flick through cable (hopefully in English) during which he would just fall asleep. He likes them, but it is surely tedious to watch the same thing for half a day. Dad does have friends in some places, most of whom are Vietnamese migrants and he usually comes over their houses for dinner every time he visits the city. Still, I assume no meal at a friend’s can compensate for the company of your own family. I came across this piece online, from a Vietnamese photographer that had traveled a lot, she described Hanoi as: “Actually, this grey city will only be lovely when our loved ones have returned, and we have returned also, after all the crystal clear blue skies we strode under.” I thought the same goes for my dad. However humble Hanoi is in comparison to all those great cities in the world he had set foot on, this city remains the most precious for it is the home of his heart. I believe it is your affection towards a person, a place, or a thing that decides the shades in which you see them. So, this might be my Dad’s, one pilot’s, or it might be yours and a dozen more pilots’, but his colours in the air are eternal blue and everlasting green.
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Words by Khanh Huyen Design by Lindsay Avdoire
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INSIDER'S STORY
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hen I was younger, like every other daydreaming high school girl, I wished for a life abroad. A life so vibrant with streaks and strikes of Western foreignness. Whenever I watched an aeroplane flashed its way across the sky, I thought to myself, well there you go, lucky little people who get to jet their way to a promised land.
of this hometown of mine. I went to every crazy rooftop on full moon nights and every playground there ever was around the city. You remembered how we went out, we never wanted to come home at the end of the night? How every playdate ended in groans and every party ended in see you next Friday, and we were nothing short of restless? We young wolves were just too hungry for all the exotic discovery out there in the world, and I was no exception, dreaming days and nights about the day I got to slide the suitcase through the boarding gate, too excited to turn around and wave bye-bye.
You remembered how we were when we were young, how home was a lost definition? I outgrew every routine of the monotony that plagued my everyday life home. Home, school, home, school. I knew every nook and cranny
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And that day came to me like I have always longed for. I felt every adrenaline rush running through my vein every minute getting closer to the day. I felt the novelty of me boarding off on a plane to a place half a globe away, how it made me feel so special. How I couldn’t calm down for an entire day after I landed; the thought of me finally getting to paint new colours in my life canvas consumed my thought. I was enraptured by all the sparkling newness and magical thrills of the newly found land, home was no longer something I thought about on a daily basis.
a second home for myself, I had it tattooed literally and figuratively on my chest. And when it was time to leave, it opened my eyes to a whole different set of colours. When the time came to say my goodbyes to the places I have come to love, it was bittersweet. Places that were once strange, confusing to navigate, and full to the brim of possibility. The date of departure was once kept very far from the horizons of my thoughts, now stood me right in the eyes. And I was for once, unsure of how I was supposed to face it. Nothing made sense. What was once unnoticed now fills my heart with joy; the colour of a certain building, the smell of a certain season. The buzz of a city became the white noise that lulls me to sleep. The colours of a flag that once felt foreign became colours that now resonate with my beliefs and identity. The people I barely knew became good friends, best friends, to whom I could not bear to say the dreaded goodbye. The small things became big, and everything that I now fit inside my suitcases just simply isn’t enough. It all felt unbelievably heavy to think that I will leave these places and leave myself in these places along with it.
All of that quickly changed. When you’re a thousand miles away from home, you are forced to start anew. While that was nothing short of exciting and refreshing, at times, I also felt vulnerable and homesick. One clear blue day, at a park, on a swing, I looked up and yet again, saw another aeroplane. It was just like those I saw back home, slowly moving away, leaving behind curved trails of puffy, white that was just like a colourless rainbow. And just like that, the image split and burnt into the back of my mind, white rainbows that lead me to my very own pot of gold—home. Home, where everything is melancholically a colour of nostalgia and endearment. I missed the colour of pale yellow old buildings painted across the town with flickers of time on their walls. I missed the starry, starry lights stringing around the lake and people taking romantic strolls at night. I missed the vibe of oldness enveloping the whole town, drawing people in with its history and ancientness. I missed the smell of summer nights, I missed the feels of crunchy leaves, I missed the chill breezes of wet monsoon people wait for all year round. I closed my eyes and briefly lost myself in memories of what I have seemingly taken for granted.
And it opened my eyes to another set of colours in life: The reality is that we will leave things and end things throughout our entire lives. This is something sad. But another reality is this: We will have things and start things throughout our entire lives. This is something happy. And we can cherish them, love them, and reflect on them, for as long as we live. So if we were to cry, let us cry every hour on the flight back home. But may we know with full confidence that they are tears of joy, and that we have every reason to be happy.
But yes, it’s a feeling beyond common to be homesick after the novelty of moving abroad has worn off. What was never talked about, however, was as we carried on down this road, we built a second home for ourselves. I built
Words by Linh Nhi Illustrations by Lindsay Advoire
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INSIDER'S STORY
Words by Nguyen Ha Le Illustrations by Wang
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ince the dim and distant past, colours have always played an indispensable part in life. People are used to its inherent presence thus sometimes underestimate how important they are. They take colours for granted, feeling it as natural as their breath. However, have you ever wondered how the world would be if there were no existence of colours? Or imagined living a life as colour blinders? Try giving yourself a chance of experiencing those feelings through the story of Jim right now!
and depressions to Jim, putting him into trouble even with the simplest daily activities. For example, he is unable to distinguish the colour of traffic lights when he goes for a walk. Shopping sounds ridiculous as Jim cannot make out what clothing colour his skin matches with. Moreover, not being able to see the true colour of the surroundings leads to a huge difficulty for Jim to completely comprehending familiar idioms related to colour, such as: ‘as red as a beetroot’, ‘as white as snow’, ‘as green as grass’ or ‘as yellow as corn’.
Jim is a young man who suffers from daltonism, commonly known as colour vision deficiency, Jim is under an obligation to resign himself with the fact that he is never able to enjoy the entire beauty of the universe. The colours in his eyes simply classify in two main kinds: bright and dark. This causes a sequence of struggles
Not only in daily activities, colour blindness also prevents Jim from chasing his ambitious dream of becoming a master chef since problems arise in every single stage. When preparing the ingredients, he has no idea whether they are raw or ripe, fresh or withered, and incapable of telling apart ingredients having the same
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shapes but different colours, such as chili powder and pepper. Processing food is surely more of a mess. It is a mystery to figure out if cooked meat is either rare or well-done unless he tastes it, or if his broth looks stimulating or disgusting. The last stage of decorating the dish is definitely the hardest ever. Eye-catching and stunning are two determining factors pulling the attention of customers, which already takes a long period of time for normally sighted people to be master, but may cost a lifetime for colour blinders. Jim almost stands no chance of fulfilling his dream, just because of his inborn visual disadvantage.
Thanks to that positive attitude, colour blindness is never severe enough to prevent Jim from living life to the fullest. Colours are undoubtedly important, but they do not necessarily have to come in streaks and strikes. Colours can be more than physically seen, it is the colours of life being wholeheartedly felt. Those colours flourish little by little, through daily interaction with the society. Precious things in life can be found in the smallest moments, which makes this world much more meaningful. It somehow roles as the reason why ordinary people who can physically see colours, but not mentally feel them, never live their life to the fullest. To the contrary, colour-blinders will obviously achieve that goal thanks to their respect upon invisible shades of life. Deciding who you are lies in your attitudes, not what you were born with!
However, William Shakespeare once claimed:
In truth, the colours of life exist everywhere shown by natural feelings and sudden emotions. It sounds quite abstract at first, does it not? To help your mind clear, let’s find insights in some examples. Colours of life are unbelievably plentiful. It is the colour of happiness when Jim enjoys the radiant smile from Mom, passes a nerve-racking exam with flying colours or simply gives somebody a hand. It is also the shades of sadness every time Jim grasps at how hard Dad toils away to bring home bacon, or making efforts in absolute vain. All of these events, regardless if they bring joy or sorrow, turn into meaningful shades of colour in the picture of Jim’s life, and lacking a random incident is likely to incomplete that picture. Why? Because pain is the darker colour, whereas satisfaction is regarded as bright ones. And it is for sure that a picture of either dark or bright only is too boring and monotonic to enjoy.
The more Jim contemplates, the more accurate the quote seems. He may be born with daltonism, which is an unchangeable fact, but his willpower and actions will decide who he truly will be. To be honest, difficulties mentioned above can be partly fixed if Jim is courageous and optimistic enough to face them. The problem of traffic lights can be solved by bearing in mind the order of colour: red lies in the highest place, then following yellow and green in turn. About choosing the colour of clothes, why not ask for help from people around him? Similarly, the barriers of cooking can also be unblocked. If Jim cannot do much with the dish decoration, flavour should be pushed to heaven so as to make up for its appearance. Or another solution may be that whereas Jim just takes responsibility for the amazing taste, impressive decoration can be others’ business.
In a word, colour vision deficiency can be a shortcoming, but never becomes a reason preventing Jim from pushing his life to the limit. It is only the matter of possessing a different shade of view to the world, not having a huge influence on the attitude he enjoys himself. Much more special than those easily seen by the majority, the shades of life are only for the ones who feel this galaxy with all their hearts and know how to respect the smallest but valuable things in life.
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PERSPECTIVE
A PAINTER IN ALL OF US Words by Nguyen Bang Viet - Layout by Marc Dinh & Wang 18
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ife, biologically, is meaningless. Still, we humans sure are one of the most, if not the most stubborn species on Earth. Even our ancestors have been obsessed with the quest to find out the meaning of life. It seems that humans are blessed with unmatched intelligence, and at the same time, cursed by it. Thousands of inventions, discoveries and advances in science and technology give us the false sense of power. At times, even questioning the gods we once obeyed seems not so crazy of an idea anymore. But in the end, all what we have been doing since the beginning of mankind are growing, reproducing, and dying. Life, as we know it, is simply a period of time. Although the length may vary from one to another, death is certain.
most respected doctor among his colleagues. Clearly, they never met each other, unless the criminal got injured while being arrested. But surely, they have made a name for themselves. Not just that, they shaped the world in unique ways that no one can ever replicate. Imagine life as a picture with absolutely nothing in it, then both the doctor and the criminal have put colours on it. The picture is no longer blank. As contrast as it is, they both contribute their life, their story to the picture of life. A good painting always need more than just one colour. “But what if we just live by our instincts, what happens then?”. No matter what we do, including nothing, the grand picture of life will be added more and more colours. But the real question remains, why? If we can play a role in Romeo and Juliet, why not choose the main characters or someone valuable to the plot? If the picture is better with white, why paint it black? Although we are all human beings, there is still a clear difference between a doctor and a criminal.
“Then, what’s the point of living, if we can only do those tedious things before vanishing forever?”, one might ask. To them, I say: “Then, what have you all been doing?”. If life is a blank paper, not just white, because no colour can represent the meaningless, then no matter what we do, there would be colours. Whether that is the colour of success or failure, one thing is certain, it is not a blank paper anymore. Many of us know the stories of famous athletes who managed to overcome their life difficulties like Ronaldo or Messi, but let’s take a look at those who did not make it. Those definitely are sad stories, but are they meaningless? Mother Nature is particularly good at keeping us “behave”, but again, humans are a very stubborn species. Just because life in “her” eyes are meaningless does not mean we have to accept it.
While many people look at Harvey Dent, the famous prosecutor in Gotham in the movie Dark Knight, as a false idol, or a man who lived long enough to see himself became the villain, I refuse to look at him that way. He was a hero, his fall simply proved that he is just one of us normal people, and people do corrupt. But the most inspiring part about the character is not about how brave he is, but how he becomes the best prosecutor in the city. Throughout the movie, he uses his lucky coin whenever it comes to making a big decision. We, all thought he is a stupid risk-taker, just like Rachel did, until it was revealed that the coin’s sides are identical and Harvey has been creating his own luck, instead of relying on it.
If we compare the life of a criminal and a life of a doctor, what do we see? Let’s start with the criminal. He has been committing crimes after crimes ever since he was 15, so conscience has definitely gone out of the window. The severity of his crimes grew day by day, as he tried to snatch every single wallet possible, just to make ends meet. Then he started to step up, creating his own gang. Eventually, he became the most feared gangster in the neighbourhood. The doctor, on the other hand, got a scholarship from a university in the Ivy league. Graduated with an honor degree, he went on to become one of the
Mother Nature is the one to set the rules, but just like Columbus in Zombieland said, “Some rules are made to be broken”. If life is meaningless and therefore, colourless, just put some on it. Since we usually lose our temper when something is not done in our way, and none of us can do what Charles Xavier or Professor X can, what can be better than doing it ourselves.
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PERSPECTIVE
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can be identified easily. For example, there are some who are funny, some who are optimistic, some who are shy and so on. Their main character traits overwhelm most of the minor changes in daily life. In Asia, especially in countries like Viet Nam and China, these types of character traits are categorised into the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth. Those five elements are respectively linked with colours of white, green, black, red and yellow. Our ancestors believed that the combinations and separations of these five colours are the explanation for a person’s personalities. In the modern world, it is easily spotted a short-temper person or a calm person or a serious person as their main “colour of character” overwhelms other traits in their personality. And because colours have a strong psychological effect on us, it can easily direct our thought process and then our perceptions. For example, being the longest wavelength, red is a
– the colour of oneself. The Vietnamese word shows how a personality of one can be identified with colour. For example, the short temper person will be more likely to be linked with the colour of fire – red, while the calm and gentle person will gravitate more towards the cold colours. People also tend to gravitate towards the colours that are closer to theirs. However, among the colourful world of personalities, there are those whose colour is no colour at all. I would like to call them “colourless”. The “colourful” personalities are filled this world with their defined and most of the time, static personalities. They can be seen everywhere and
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powerful colour. Although not technically the most visible, it has the property of appearing to be nearer than it is and therefore it grabs our attention first. Hence its effectiveness in traffic lights the world over. Its effect is physical; it stimulates us and raises the pulse rate, giving the impression that time is passing faster than it is. It relates to the masculine principle and can activate the “fight or flight” instinct. Red is strong, and very basic. Pure red is the simplest colour, with no subtlety. It is stimulating and lively, very friendly. At the same time, it can be perceived as demanding and aggressive. Another example is the colour black. Black is all colours, totally absorbed. The psychological implications of that are considerable. It creates protective barriers, as it absorbs all the energy coming towards you, and it enshrouds the personality. Black is essentially an absence of light, since no wavelengths are reflected and it can, therefore be menacing; many people are afraid of the dark. Positively, it communicates absolute clarity, with no fine nuances. It communicates sophistication and uncompromising excellence and it works particularly well with white. Black creates a perception of weight and seriousness.
order to fit in with whatever environments they are in. Like a mirror, they reflect every environment that surrounds them, as a result, they change their perceived personality according to the situations. In the past, people with such personality are sometimes perceived as lying. Nowadays, the ability to adapt is valued more and as a result, these personality chameleons are perceived to be a more cunning and knowledgeable in term of social communication. Moreover, being without a static personality, ones can pursue more openminded traits. People without a static personality trait is much more like a white canvas than a colour. Since they are colourless, they have the opportunity to be anything and anyone they want to. This adaptability has become a very invaluable skill for all communication. Similar to the colourstatic people, the colourless personality brings more diversity to the palette that is our society. Personally, I find it very difficult to identify these personality chameleons, very much like the animal, they conceal themselves well between others and thrive thanks to their “colourchanging” personality. In the end, colour or not, our personality are some of the most fascinating aspects of our society. It shows ourselves who we are and shows others who we want to be seen. It is both armor and sword of each individual in dealing with daily lives. So whether you wear a beautiful red armor or a constantly changing colour sword, you are all making this life palette more vibrant and pretty with your own colour.
However, there are a second type of people whose personalities are neither defined nor static. Like a chameleon, their colours of personality can change anytime, at any place, with any person. People like that have no definitive colour of their own. Instead, they have adopted the colourless characteristic, which allows them to change in
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The Colours of our Lives Words by Nguyen Ha Le Illustrations by Wang
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ver since our life begins, there is one thing that stands by our side at all time. It is such a thick-and-thin company that naturally, silently, and loyally presents in every single moment of our lifetime. Just try staying still for several seconds, slowly look around, and gradually feel it.
Colours have a stronger influence over people than their expectations. They have certain power to deeply control feelings and actions of human beings as well as animals. For instance, the Japanese government installs blue lights in public spaces in order to demotivate people from committing suicide. It works, totally. Or surgery rooms in the hospitals always use green to reduce eye fatigue after looking at blood for such a long time. What about influences over the animal world? It is proven that predators are reluctant to hunt either yellow or red coloured victims because they regard those colours as venomous, poisonous, or unpalatable signals. Colours, in different circumstances, express divergent messages and various functions.
Found it? Whatever you are thinking about, our truest, purest, simplest answer is:
Colours can also attach to a beautiful memory, a frightening incident, a fierce sentimental value, or purely, an interesting idea. It is completely possible to display every stage of life through shades of colours. A shade of white can stand for the very first moments a person is brought into the world. During that time, he sees the world with the brightest view, responses to everything in the most natural way. Later, after a series of problems arise, that person can no longer keep that ‘white’, as he is obliged to change to grow up.
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You may consider it unsatisfactory at first, as colours are not actually something huge, great or bulky that has just crossed your mind. It comes as no surprise, since people sometimes have a tendency to absorbedly think big but easily ignore small. Now, let’s start a journey discovering one of those little important things.
When childhood ends, his life probably turns blue - the colour of devotion, spirit and confidence. At this time of life, a person desires to explore more about the world, desperately wants to express himself as well as has an inclination to look at the bright side on everything. This stage is often believed as the best time of life, when the puerile features in the childhood slowly vanish, but the storms in adulthood have not reached yet. Therefore, a person can stand a great chance of enjoying the life to the fullest as well as accumulate lifetime valuable memories.
Colours, on the very first thoughts, exist in everything. Blue in the sky, green along the trees, white over the clouds, red from the roses. For a foodaholic, colours merely refer to something delicious and stunning. French fries shine yellow, spicy chicken sparkles red, melting cheese wears white, BBQ skewers sinks into glittering brown. For a filmaholic, colours hold a more special meaning. It varies from the emotional shade of dramas, the panic-stricken feelings from thriller to the loud laughing during enjoying a parody. Each individual clearly possesses different minds of colours, depending much on their own interests or experience.
Then adulthood officially sets in, with red, which symbolises for ambition, power, energy and passion. Reaching this destination means that a person has to suffer from huge pressure, varying from families, relationships to money and studies. Everything becomes harsher and harsher, pushes him to his own
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limit. This is also the stage that a person becomes extremely competitive, ambitious and determined so as to show himself diametrically as well as reach his certain goals. Success is likely to be obtained during this age, when a person has almost everything in his life: health,time and resolution. In the last stage, life turns back to white. That person puts every stress, every worry aside and relax for the rest of his life. He laughs and thinks like a child, enjoys this life in the purest way. Eventually, after completing a life cycle, that person will end up in black dust
perspectives of ordinary individuals. Are you curious about how scientists perceive them? Colours, through the lens of science, originate from light and compose three primary shades: Red, Blue and Green. This means that no matter how plentiful can you see colours, all of them are outcomes of those three shades’ mixture. Sounds surprising, right? Hundreds of colours are created by only three basic shades, similarly to the human world. Although each individual features distinctive characteristics and wears their own outstanding colours, we all have something in common, which makes up solidarity and unity of mankind.
From the beginning of this article, we’ve only accessed the concept of colours defined by
Colours are never simply “colours” that you have perceived for a very long time, right?
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Words by Marc Dinh Layout by Marc Dinh & Trang
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n Sydney, Marc met Camille.
would not go anywhere, and apparently, he got what he asked for. Combining with awkward long pauses between the two and Marc rather feeling too tipsy from Andy’s ‘secret potion’, he was sure this was last time the two would meet.
They first saw each other during a pub night at Three Monkeys with a mutual friend of theirs, Andy—who was beyond eager to introduce them to each other. On that day, Marc, who was still lying in bed and looking at his phone, stumbled across an old picture of his exgirlfriend he forgot having. He let out a sigh and put his phone on the table, all the while sluggishly dragged himself to the wardrobe. A sweeping waves of pressure constantly showed on Marc’s face, even after arriving at the pub entrance.
After the night ended, Andy’s girlfriend came to pick his drunken self up. Obligated to amend for his awkwardness, Marc said to Cam, ‘Hey, I just want to apologise for today. I…’ Cam politely stopped him, ‘It’s all right. Andy was just being… you know. But it was great meeting you.’ She then walked herself to the bus station heading to Lane Cove, while Marc hesitantly walked to the opposite direction. Mid-way through his route, Marc suddenly turned back, catching up to Cam.
As he entered, Marc saw Andy, the most freckled guy ever existed, with his usual floral shirt, waving at him. Next to him stood Camille. As Andy informed him prior to the meet-up, she was ‘of ¼ Dutch, South African-born and a ‘real catch’. Even more worried that she was off his ethnicity, Marc, being as Asian-awkward as possible, walked to the table and stood next to Andy, before even saying hello to Camille.
‘Camille!’ he called, As her hands were strolling on the playlist, Cam turned back. ‘Hey. Let me walk you back to your station. It’s the least that I can do’ Marc said, breathily.
Marc finally greeted Camille, ‘How are you doing? My name’s Marc by the way.’
As blushed as she could be, Cam, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, smiled and said,
‘I’m great. I’m Camille, but you can call me Cam.’ She replied.
‘Sure… why not.’
Not long after they introduced themselves, Andy weaselled out of the place to dance, leaving Marc next to Cam. As Cam looked up to Marc for a conversation, he instantly noticed her eyes. Dark, but with a great tint of light brown. Her gazes sparkled with charm, captivating a now more-relaxed Marc. Out of habit, Cam would often curl one of her black locks that mistakenly covered her lovely oval face, to reveal a small ring on her left nostril. Yet the thing that amused him most was that of all the girls in the pub that night, with their high-heels and revealing clothes, only Cam had the guts to perfect her beautiful outfit with a white Chucks low-cut.
The chill and silence of the night lengthened as the two walked together. Cam looked back and forth, while Marc too gazing aimlessly at the dwindling lights of crossed vendors. Arriving at the station, Cam said goodbye and gestured Marc to go back, while she stepped further onto the bus. But Marc, stood as firmly as he could, waited until the bus went out of his sight. He then hurriedly sprinted back to catch his own line before the day ended. Two weeks had past, and one day Marc received a text from Cam, wanting to have an afternoon coffee. Though busy working on his assignment project, he texted back and said yes almost immediately.
Though a surge of attraction immediately blossomed, Marc, in mind, assured that today
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After his lecture was over, Marc rushed to the Gloria Jeans down in Pitt Street, where he saw her in a beautiful white gown, sitting next to the window.
‘Honestly I did not like you at first. I thought we would definitely not match. But then you walked me up and went with me to the station…’ Chuckled a bit, she continued, ‘…which was a bit much for you considering it was really far away from yours. But umm, I guess I thought that was really nice of you for doing that. So I thought maybe I want to see you again.’
‘Marc!’, Cam called out his name, smiling and waving. Her gentle smile, along with her beaming brown eyes somehow swept all the tiredness Marc felt after a long day. He immediately shrugged off the manner, acted cool and went inside the shop. He sat next to her, apologised for his messy attire. Cam laughed then replied,
Cam, giving Marc a seemingly curious gaze, asked him, ‘And what do you think about me?’
‘You know, if I have just come back from uni, I would look even more worse. You look great.’
Marc, as honest as he could, replied, ‘I thought you were, umm, beautiful. I zoned out because I was shy, not because I was bored or anything. And I recently got dumped so…’
Marc excused himself to get his cappuccino. The sugar pack was put back to its case, as usual. After sipping the coffee, he put it down on the table, and immediately said, in a joking manner,
‘So… you just broke up with your girlfriend.’ Cam continued, ‘And you haven’t forgotten about her?’
‘Honestly, I thought that day at the pub would be our last meeting.’
‘No, it happened 4 months ago now. And it was not like I haven’t forgotten about her, it’s just that,’ Marc sighed and drank his Corona, ‘I’m afraid that I would fall hard in love again just to feel that sadness.’
‘Yeah, well. I thought we got off on a bad start. I was nervous, you were nervous. And Andy was really pushy about getting us to know each other that we couldn’t even, well, know each other. And the pub was really loud as well so.’ Cam, wiping a cloud of foam on her lips from the chai latte, half-heartedly answered. Marc, although felt the answer was strange, still smiled in relief. As they kept talking, the shop had altered its lights dim, while the cups of coffee turned cold.
‘Especially to someone I now like.’ Cam asked, ‘…Someone you now like?’ Marc answered, ‘…Well, I did say you looked beautiful that day. And today as well I think.’
The afternoon date that day somehow became a dinner at night, and finally, a walk past nighttime, without Marc and Cam’s notice. As they were strolling along the boardwalks of Darling Harbour, they decided to grab some drinks, sat down on the pavements, and together, looked at the above evening sky.
‘But… that’s it?’ Cam replied. ‘Of course not, I mean, I think you are very funny, and I laugh hard at some of your jokes. So I really like your personality. You’re matured as well. And... umm’ Marc, a bit squishy in tone due to nervousness, answered Cam.
Marc turned to look at Cam.
Marc, face redden, continued,
‘What did you think, like, really, about me that night at the pub?’ Brazenly, he asked.
‘...And your eyes. That shade of light brown that I kept noticing. It just, I don’t want to say beautiful again, which they really do, but… It’s
Cam thought for a long while.
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like a hook on me. They make me want to look at you even more.’
He gently answered,
‘Sure. Why not.’
Cam held the Corona for the first time, which she had not drunk since they sat next to each other, and chucked from the bottle, ‘Honestly. I thought you were cute that day. But today… I really like you. Moments ago I just thought you didn’t like me back. That’s why I lied.’ She confessed. Cam stroked her short clips of hair onto the side of her ear; face seemed even more flushed in red than before. Marc kept looking at her, his heart was beating fast. He was about to ask Cam, to which Cam interrupted, ‘Do you want to date me? A few more dates, I mean. To just… to know each other more?’ Cam hastily said, avoiding contact with Marc’s eyes. Contemplating for a moment, Marc then smiled and looked back at Cam, who in turn looked straight at him.
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ENTERTAINMENT What do you think when you see something colourful? Either a painting at the museum or a familiar cup in your house, colours bring you a wider view on how beautiful something can be. Moreover, colours are tools to express emotion. Does blue give you a feeling of sadness and loneliness? Does purple take you to a world of dreamers? And does yellow brighten your dark days?
You don’t just see colours, but you also listen to them. Colours have been the inspiration for countless songs for a long time now. If you know (and were deeply in love with) “Blackbird” by The Beatles or “Purple rain” by Prince, you must be one of the older kids now. However, just forget the breath of old school tunes for a while and get ready for the modern one.
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True Colours
ZEDD
Zedd is definitely not a strange name if you are always in the mood for EDM (Electronic Dance Music) shows. He is mostly known for the song “Clarity” which won an Grammy award in 2014. Zedd is quickly making a name for himself with solid productions. Songs in “True colours” still have fast and strong rhythm which represent the electronic genre. However, what makes Zedd different from other artists is the depth of his music. It makes people dance and cry at the same time. “True colours” is a colourful emotion party where you can play with every single colour. Grey and red in I want you to know; blue and yellow in Papercut; and an explosion of bright colours in Beautiful now. Zedd is a special artist as he once said “It’s better to make an album than a collection of singles”, After a 6-month break, True colours was born as one of his most vibrant album on record.
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As the most pop-oriented album of Beck’s entire career, Colours has done its best to win the Grammy award album-of-the-year. Beck’s Colours is a left turn in his career as his latest hits usually followed hip-hop or folk rock genre such as Loser and Morning Phase. The whole album is covered with bright and delightful colours. This album is a great start in the morning with exciting, fast and inspirational melody. Everybody has gone through dark days more than once and we surely need this colourful rhythm. Beck aimed to make an album that is “uplifting, had a lot of energy and made you want to sing along”. Colours is a mixture of all shades in the spectrum. They lead you with colourful flows and they also have ability to make you forget about all things blue. (pun intended). One more reason why “Colours” is a must-try album is the collaboration of Beck and Greg Krustin—the very same one that co-wrote Adele’s latest number one hit Hello.
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Weezer seems like a notreally-familiar name to people these days. Nevertheless, this band has become a nerdy surf pop sensation for more than two decades and more than 17.5 million records have been sold globally. Weezer is known as a group of four indie rock nerds, intelligent and meaningful lyrics and catchy guitar riffs. The Red Album is the one and only album that includes vocals from all four members. In other words, it shows the greatest collaboration of all four guys as a band. As seen from the name Red, the album brings the joyfulness and excitement to the audiences as red associated with energy as well as passion. The album is even more humorous than most of Weezer’s work in the past lyrically. Much of the album’s subject is rooted in nostalgia but the melody is fast and modern which still brings the feeling of excitement. Compared to Weezer’s The Green Album and The Blue Album, The Red Album is a greater choice to wake you up in the morning and motivate you through hard times.
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The songwriter of the band—Rivers Cuomo— said he preferred to write simple music that can be enjoyed by a mass audience. As the result, The Red Album is the most favourite album of Weezer.
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is back with a strong contrast in colourisation, from two very notable directors, Christopher Nolan and Zac Snyder.
Colours are the base of our eyes and mind, as well as how we see and feel the world. The history human has ever known was built around shapes and colours, with a whole lot of expressions and experience in it. For instant, at first we had paintings and sculptures. Until the next generations came along and brought motion picture to the world.
The controversy for Batman versus Superman has never been put down, with a whole lot of new things had been added into an entertaining superhero movie. The most recognisable thing is where the whole movie is covered by shades of gray and blue. It has always been the signature edit of Nolan, that the mood is settled immediately since the very first scene of the movie. Blue is the most favourable colour voted, which makes it a good choice for the impression. It is calming and stable. Gray is a whole different story, it reminds the audience of a dusty and dark environment. The mixture of the two creates a certain pressure on the eyes, making them more sensitive and prone to intended impression.
ision, for as long as humanity has walked on Earth, has been one of the strongest senses, and an essential part of how we recognise the world. The fundamental of vision has always been the basic elements we were all taught as babies to recognise objects, human and organisms.
Movie directors have given a good use of colours in styling and putting emotions into frames. And the combination is a defied universe, happens at the rate of 24 frames per second. Many and many evolvements of technology has brought the use of colour, or colourisation, into a true race of shades with many different styles of use. Recently, alongside with the cinematic universe from Marvel, DC has made its own move to start a cinematic franchise. The best and the base of all, the meeting of heroes: Batman versus Superman and Justice League are directly connected in a consecutive timeline, but the way they express in the eyes of audience is a whole different world. A world of violence and cruelty, with a newborn hope. And yes, the story
The main symbols, which is the costume of Batman and Superman are metallic blue and metallic gray, where the reflection of light makes the cold blue and gray shine in the dark. The plot and stream of the movie flowed smoothly on that set up, as the symbol of Kryptonian ‘Hope’ shine brightly on the chest of Superman. To add into it, blue and gray work so well with steel and concrete, as the destruction of building and construction is terribly beautiful. And what else, the sea is blue—another hint for the next hero to be on screen, Aquaman. Nolan has all
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: FROM DUSK TO DAWN the ideas on how he wants to make out the movie. It appears like the deeper layers of the ocean, where the light above is a blur line, with creatures either sinking deeper in the dark, or trying to rise to the sunlight. The whole theme was just a set up of volcano wait for a twist to change everything, an eruption.
frame out to be a painting with sharp shapes and deep, intense colours. And Snyder made use of these painting by keeping the effect a little longer. His use of slow motion made outstandingly sparkling effects as if a page from the comic was ripped out and breathed live into it in motion picture. Just like fireworks, Justice League had the burst of colours in moments, be it sea waves, lightnings, auras, or energy beams.
But the way Nolan used color faced a lot of criticism in his direction. For a superhero movie, setting the tone so low reduces the much needed excitement. Action scenes were built up with all degrees of colours but got dragged out for so long that when the moment finally came, even the triumphant mood-setting background music couldn’t save the intensity. Audiences mostly lost interest after having to wait too long. That was what happened with Batman versus Superman, it was like a ticking time bomb, intensive at first, but the waiting is long enough to put people to sleep.
It is truly a feast for the eyes with different courses and continuous serving plates of colours. Sharp and shaded, scenes made by Snyder have the quality of comic posters. And the impact of colours in the mind is no small task. Red, yellow, green and black are the keys. They served as the a mean of balance, sharpening the sense of movement and the rise the excitement just like how appetizer shakes the mouth for the main dish to come. And let’s revisit the use of slow-motion, the deep chew of the bite slows down the rush of action, keeping the fantasy longer. But if it is too long, the aftertaste may not be that enjoyable. Movie directors have to put tremendous efforts in their picture just as how a chef has to control the taste of his dishes. And, what would you choose, a well-constructed burst of colours, or a marvelous masquerade?
In contrast with Nolan, when Zack Snyder can grab a full hold onto the next DC movie Justice League, the style changed massively. Unlike Nolan with the intention of pre-setting up the mood for the audience, Snyder likes to expose the impact of visual effects. The movie is full of bright and sharp colours, with different entertaining degrees and a lot of shades. If Nolan made the sky gloomy and sad, the sky in Justice League was high and soaked in bright lights from dawn to sunset. It made every
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ai t n o c w e i v Re S!!!* : G N NI POILER R A S *W The Breakfast Club turned 33 this year, and it hasn’t aged a day—a movie that captures the feel of a generation. With an 80s vibe and somewhat institutional colour scheme, the film gets under your skin and brings you along an unexpected ride through the one and only teen years. Set in their local high school on a weekend, five students have to face a day together in detention. Each one is different from the next, yet after hours of being in the same room, they find a way to get along.
movie as a mean to represent each character. The criminal in denim, red plaid and black. The basket case in all black. The athlete in all blue. The princess in pink. The brain in green and beige. The school’s neutral tone stands as a dull backdrop, emphasising even more on the students and their own personal shades. But colours in The Breakfast Club go beyond than just appearances. Take the pink princess for instant, Clair Standish is your typical popular high school bombshell. At the beginning of the film, she appears a privileged, spoiled, and conceited young girl. It is obvious in her strong contrast with the rest of the group—that she belongs to the upper division of a high school hierarchy. Clair is a walking billboard of an allround princess: diamond earrings, a watch and two rings—she is possibly the most accessorised character in the film. This splatters all shades of a spoiled, rich girl stereotype colour to her image. However later on in the movie, we learn that she is not all pink. In fact, she starts to showcase the rest of the group’s individual
Throughout the film we see major stereotypes being mentioned and discussed. We are presented with five very different characters who wear five separate (at first) shades of colours identity-wise. Alison (the Basket Case), Bender (the Criminal), Clair (the Princess), Brian (the Brain—anagram intended), and Andrew (the Athlete). Like many other teenage movies and TV shows (Mean Girls, Glee), these five characters are the ultimate epitome of high school stereotypes. It is very noticeable how primary colours are highlighted throughout the
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colours as the plot develops—which each character progresses to do the same alongside. She is the first to follow Bender out for a doobie: the colour of the criminal (Bender). She places her lipstick between her breasts and applies it from her cleavage: the colour of the basket case (Alison). Just like Clair, each of the characters begins to unleash their inner emotions and different sides of personality other than their commonly displayed and stereotyped ones. They are slowly shown to have rainbows of their own personality, no longer presenting just one streak of colour they are firstly introduced to the audience. The walls are scaled to reveal what’s really on the inside of each label and mask they wear, like badges of honour (or shame). And it is in the moments of truthful introspection and revelation that we know safety, acceptance, and love. Those moments, however fleeting, change everything, including ourselves.
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This leads back to the overall message of the movie—in which over 30 years later, remains timeless—our identity, our colour is something almost always determined by society. You can see this in the way characters all act according to social roles they have been assigned with— nerd, jock, prom queen, misfit, etc. But we know, our identity is something deeper than what society determines it is, and we have some sort of transcendent inner core. So, The Breakfast Club—all fives—come to understand and teach us that we are all experiencing these social unbearable pressure in different ways. It’s not just one character’s insight, the hero of the story is one five-headed protagonist. The goal is to triumph over society’s incorrect assumptions and preconceptions, and realise our own united identity. The goal is to acknowledge that as though we may be different—wearing different single shades of colours as our fronts—we are all diamonds with spectrums of colours.
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CROSS WORD
Created by Do Thu Trang Designed by Nem
what is the order of the day? ACROSS
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3. The fear of colors 7. What is big and grey and protects you from the rain? 10. Born in the ... 11. The color of Camille’s eyes 12. The identity of green and beige 13. “The whole point is to live life and be - to use all the colors in the ...”
1. Whose signature film shades are grey & blue? 2. “She says - See it in your eyes” 4. Yellow + Red = ? 5. The tone of the school in “The Breakfast Club” 6. The case of color vision deficiency 8. Where do crayons go on vacation? 9. Having a ... green thumb
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3. CHROMOPHOBIA 7. UMBRELLAPHANT 10. PURPLE 11. LIGHTBROWN 12. THEBRAIN 13. CRAYONBOX
1. CHRISTOPHERNOLAN 2. COLOURS 4. HUNGER 5. NEUTRAL 6. DALTONISM 8. COLOR-ADO 9. GREEN
final question: palette
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