The best part of a parking lot are the miniature oil slicks that are gasoline puddles. They are oozing rainbows flattened onto the ground, a fusion of dark street with radiating pastels whose light absorbency turns them to deep jewels. The colors are harmonious and powerful, worthy of guiding a personal aesthetic: let this be our color of the moment.
The result of oil floating on water that acts as a prism when light hits, the gasoline puddle is a lovely strip mall commonality. It’s universal: wherever there is pavement and a car, there is a gas puddle. They’re passing, toxic artworks that probably should not exist at all and likely will be the death of us all but, for now, they are little beauties. They’re like complicated charoite marbles or goth crystal balls. They’re bolder, more dynamic aesthetic cousins to burned stainless steel.
Why is gasoline puddle a perfect color mediation for the now? It’s great for Autumn. As we transition from a hot to a cold season and dwell in the in between, you will want to carry some of the rich Summer tones with you into the darkness. Some are brighter and more Springy while others are cooling off, being enveloped by the night sky: it’s the same tonal interplay between the colorful oil drops and the dark asphalt. A gasoline puddle is a visual aesthetic that marries goth with rave. It’s perfect for your Summer hangover.
Fortunately, all you really need is something black and something of a kind, dainty pastel or jewel color blocking or pattern play. Pair the two together and you have the gasoline puddle aesthetic. It’s both cosmic and industrial like a distant galaxy constructed by an old, sunburned Erector Set. I dig it. It’s so serious and dangerous yet so dainty and truly faggy. This is very streetwear friendly while being perfect for that person who wants to look like an obnoxious gallerist. Again: it is a necessary transition from warm weather cheer into the autumnal abyss. Gasoline puddle is our color of the moment.