Real suits are white because white reflects the sun and shows up against the black of space. On a shelf of forty toys, white disappears.
Forty swatches
We painted forty test heads — every red from tomato to oxblood — and lined them up on the studio windowsill for a month. The one people kept picking up was the loudest: a lacquer red with a touch of orange, the colour of a fire extinguisher.
loud enough to find, soft enough to keep
The cream trim came later. Pure white looked like a hospital; cream looks like old paper, like the drawings he came from.
Fire is the first of six suits. The others are on the roadmap, and every one will be loud.