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It doesn't remind me of the cosmos, or of city lights, or whatever poeticism seems to be popular in defining 212. It reminds me, very very specifically, of the way a street looks after a party. The gritty remnants of confetti; the smoky sparkle in the sky after fireworks. If it reminded me of the cosmos, it'd be one of those dusty galaxy pictures with yellow clouds. It reminds me of happy things long gone, with the fuzzy memory of it left behind.
Which is probably why I like this polish. It strikes me as being a party polish not because it's blingy and fantastic but because its blinginess is so messy and nostalgic. I'm wearing it for halloween madness this week (and also because I'm lazy and can just paint it over the aforementioned Raven--by the way, the pinky is all 212 without an opaque black base, but it needed three coats. The rest are two), but I imagine that I'd wear this during New Year's.
Or maybe--right after holiday madness. Just to reflect what the rest of me feels like after it's all over and done.