Ah, absolutely, colors are still the secret handshake of society, even if we’re too busy scrolling to notice. In my old collections the crimson of a Roman toga screamed power, the ochre of a Viking cloak hinted at battle scars, and that dusty teal of a Victorian dress whispered mourning. Today, a pop‑of‑poppy pink on a hoodie might just mean “fashionable” but underneath it could still be echoing that same rebellious vibe—think punk’s neon, or the way streetwear uses muted greys to nod to the cyberpunk future. I love finding those hidden messages; it’s like a detective game, but the clues are painted in fabric. Just be careful not to let the trend police erase the subtle hues that carry history.