Chanel’s Le Vernis Rouge Noir lacquer in “Vamp” debuted in the mid-90s at Paris Fashion week. In its doubling, dual hue of dark red and black it played serious eye trickery on the least expected. It was the perfect color I thought to indulge in during my freshman year at University. I remember it fondly; the color was a haunting and daring hue, which provided the additional boldness I needed on the first day I rocked it on my tips. I distinctly recall it giving me the full fledge nerve to walk up to my crush without flinching and making the first move.
It was a crisp autumn day and campus was bustling. I remember being dressed in a pair of medium-blue, boot-cut Gap denim jeans, my heather gray University sweatshirt, with a pair of gray and neon green colored Nike Air Max and my freshly polished Chanel Vamp adorned nails. While walking across campus between classes I spotted him. As sure as the orange sun cascaded across the main library's wall, I used the gusto I'd mustered up while feeling effortlessly dressed in my athleisure look to walk daringly over to him and introduce myself. Notwithstanding the fact that initiating conversation with a potential guy was new for me, I walked up to him without hesitation because I felt bold and of course vampy . 👅
Though the boldness of my emotional drive took over my body, I was reminded that outside of everything that made me want to even make the fearless move, it was inherently apart of my growth as a young woman — it was time. The deep red enamel gleamed as we chatted and glimmered as I wrote down my phone number on a piece of note paper and pen, he provided. At the end, the encounter went not much further than hellos and pass-by pleasantries but nonetheless the encounter made for an unforgettable moment in time. Even today, many years later Chanel No. 18, "Vamp", still has that same affect on me.
Chanel’s Le Vernis Rouge Noir lacquer in “Vamp” debuted in the mid-90s at Paris Fashion week. In its doubling, dual hue of dark red and black it played serious eye trickery on the least expected. It was the perfect color I thought to indulge in during my freshman year at University. I remember it fondly; the color was a haunting and daring hue, which provided the additional boldness I needed on the first day I rocked it on my tips. I distinctly recall it giving me the full fledge nerve to walk up to my crush without flinching and making the first move.
