08/21/2026
Meet the beautiful Marleena ❄️✨ Performer, artist, mother, and such a beautiful soul. It was truly a pleasure to analyze her colors.
Marleena shared that she has albinism, and I intentionally chose not to research what season someone with albinism might fall into beforehand. I didn’t want assumptions influencing the process. I wanted to let the drapes do the talking.
At first glance, her extraordinarily light value might make you assume a lighter or softer season. But value is only one part of the story. What told a different story was her CHROMA. Marleena needs COLOR. 🌈
When we moved into softer Summer colors, she began to wash out. Her features became quieter and less defined. She didn’t need softness. She needed clarity.
Temperature was another major clue. Her reactions continually pointed COOL, bringing us into Winter. Clear, saturated, cool colors made her eyes come forward and her complexion look more alive.
Our closest call was Bright Winter vs. True Winter. Bright Winter could meet her chroma, but its slight warmth and neutrality from Spring introduced a subtle yellow cast. When we returned to True Winter, everything felt cleaner. Cool. Clear. Crisp. Icy. ❄️ And those incredible Arctic blue eyes! 💙 They immediately make me think of Elsa from Frozen.
But here’s the nuance: being a True Winter doesn’t mean every True Winter wears the palette the same way. Because Marleena’s natural value is so light, I especially love her in the icy, light-to-medium and saturated areas of True Winter. She CAN handle deeper Winter shades and beautiful contrast, but she doesn’t need to build every outfit around Winter’s darkest colors.
My favorite lesson from her analysis? Her value is light. Her color tolerance isn’t.
Light features don’t automatically mean low chroma or a light season. Being a Winter doesn’t automatically mean living in black.
This beautiful, ethereal woman didn’t need to be muted or softened. She needed COOLNESS. She needed CLARITY. She needed CHROMA. ❄️💎
Don’t type the features. Analyze the person. Let the drapes tell the story.