I saw a photo of a woman’s left hand on Instagram the other day. It looked like she was sitting on a couch, with her legs crossed when she took the photo. It’s as if she were in a moment of quiet reflection – inspired, no doubt, by the noxious fumes emanating from a 15mL, or some such similarly small amount, bottle of nail varnish – which culminated in the vain realization that her fingertips were enlivened by a dark red that appears almost black in certain light, much like a red rose of rich hue. (more…)