The colour of patience and indulgence. A taupe that sits so close to skin it becomes a second one — neither beige nor brown, a little more in between, which is, in our opinion, where the most interesting things tend to live.

Marron Glacé, the confection, takes weeks to make. A chestnut is coaxed through successive baths of sugar syrup until it finally emerges glazed and luminous. Itself, but transformed. A result so restrained that it’s decadent. 

Translated to the skin, this hue gives us warmth without heat. Simply existing, but altogether arresting.

I — Calvin Klein, 2010 | II — Ingmar Bergman, Scenes from a Marriage (1973) | III — Botticelli, detail from Primavera 1480 c.