Ash grey
Fandango
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PANTONE 253
Parameters:
HEX Triplet:
#9E3A8ARGB:
158, 58, 138CMYK:
42, 91, 0, 0HSL:
312°, 63%, 62%Closest colors:
in RGB:
Fandangoin PANTONE:
PANTONE 513in RAL Classic:
RAL 4008in RAL Design:
RAL 330 40 45in RAL Effect:
RAL 510-Min NCS:
NCS S 3040-R40B 2024-09-03 Snargl 02:24
What color is PANTONE 253?
PANTONE 253 has the following characteristics:
It can be paired with other colors to create different effects, such as contrast, harmony, or mood.
PANTONE 253
A color of magenta
A blend of red and blue
A hue that makes a statement
A shade that's bold and true
PANTONE 253
A color of passion
A spark of creativity
A touch of fashion
A hint of mystery
PANTONE 253
A color of beauty
A sight to behold
A gift to the world
A story to be told
It is a medium dark shade of magenta.
It has a hexadecimal color code of #9E3A8A.
PANTONE 253 has a RGB color model of 158, 58, 138.
This color has a CMYK color model of 42, 91, 0, 0.
It can be paired with other colors to create different effects, such as contrast, harmony, or mood.
PANTONE 253
A color of magenta
A blend of red and blue
A hue that makes a statement
A shade that's bold and true
PANTONE 253
A color of passion
A spark of creativity
A touch of fashion
A hint of mystery
PANTONE 253
A color of beauty
A sight to behold
A gift to the world
A story to be told
Example of the palette with the PANTONE 253 color
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Funny stories about the 'PANTONE 253'
The PANTONE 253 Conundrum
Far-far away, in the bustling city of Chromopolis, where colors reigned supreme and every hue had a story to tell, there lived a painter named Connor Moon. Known for his vibrant and whimsical art, Connor had a flair for blending the unexpected. But one day, something extraordinary happened that turned his world upside down - PANTONE 253, a color so elusive and mysterious that it was said to have a life of its own, landed in his palette.
Connor first encountered PANTONE 253 in a peculiar little paint shop hidden in a narrow alley. The shop was run by an eccentric old man who claimed the color was unlike any other. "This shade has a mind of its own," the old man warned with a grin, handing over the small, unassuming tube. Connor shrugged off the strange warning, too excited about the possibilities the color could bring to his latest project - a massive mural commissioned by the city’s art council.
As Connor began to paint with PANTONE 253, something peculiar happened. The color didn’t just apply itself to the canvas; it danced. It swirled in impossible patterns, creating shapes and figures Connor had never envisioned. By the time he finished the mural, it was a masterpiece, far beyond anything he had ever created. The city buzzed with admiration, and Connor became an overnight sensation.
But as days passed, strange things began to happen in Chromopolis. The mural, which had drawn crowds from every corner, started to change. Each morning, new elements appeared in the painting - eyes that seemed to follow passersby, shadows that moved when no one was looking, and whispers that echoed from the walls. The once-joyous crowds now approached the mural with a mix of awe and unease.
Connor, puzzled and increasingly anxious, sought the help of his old friend and color theorist, Professor Donatella Clank. Donatella, a sharp-witted and somewhat peculiar scholar, was fascinated by the mystery. She arrived at Connor’s studio with a satchel full of ancient color charts, magnifying glasses, and peculiar gadgets that buzzed and hummed.
"PANTONE 253, you say?" Donatella mused, adjusting her oversized spectacles as she scrutinized a sample of the color under a microscope. "This shade is known in the ancient texts as ‘Mysticus Violet.’ It’s said to be a living color, one that adapts and evolves with its surroundings. But it’s also known to be... unpredictable."
As they delved deeper into their investigation, Donatella and Connor discovered that PANTONE 253 was more than just a color - it was a portal. The mural had become a gateway to another dimension, one where colors were alive, and reality was fluid. The figures that appeared in the painting weren’t just random; they were trying to communicate.
One evening, as the city slept, Connor and Donatella returned to the mural to test their theory. Armed with brushes dipped in PANTONE 253, they began to paint alongside the living colors. To their astonishment, the mural responded, shifting and changing as if guiding their hands. The figures became clearer, more distinct. They were beings from another world, trapped in the paint, seeking a way out.
Donatella, always one for the dramatic, declared, "We must complete the mural, Connor! Only then will the portal stabilize, and we might just save these poor souls from their colorful prison!"
Connor, both terrified and exhilarated, agreed. They worked through the night, painting furiously as the mural shifted and writhed. The colors swirled, danced, and finally, with a blinding flash of violet light, the mural froze. The figures were gone, and the mural returned to its original, albeit slightly more vibrant, state.
The next morning, the city awoke to find the mural restored to its former glory. The strange happenings ceased, and life in Chromopolis returned to normal. Connor, relieved but forever changed, swore off using PANTONE 253 again - at least without Donatella’s supervision.
As for Professor Donatella Clank, she returned to her research, more intrigued by the mysteries of color than ever. She kept a small vial of PANTONE 253 in her study, just in case another portal decided to open up.
And so, in the vibrant city of Chromopolis, the legend of the living color, PANTONE 253, became the stuff of whispered conversations and late-night tales. Connor and Donatella, now celebrated as heroes, continued their creative pursuits, always with one eye on the canvas and the other on the curious bottle of Mysticus Violet sitting quietly on the shelf.
Connor first encountered PANTONE 253 in a peculiar little paint shop hidden in a narrow alley. The shop was run by an eccentric old man who claimed the color was unlike any other. "This shade has a mind of its own," the old man warned with a grin, handing over the small, unassuming tube. Connor shrugged off the strange warning, too excited about the possibilities the color could bring to his latest project - a massive mural commissioned by the city’s art council.
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As Connor began to paint with PANTONE 253, something peculiar happened. The color didn’t just apply itself to the canvas; it danced. It swirled in impossible patterns, creating shapes and figures Connor had never envisioned. By the time he finished the mural, it was a masterpiece, far beyond anything he had ever created. The city buzzed with admiration, and Connor became an overnight sensation.
But as days passed, strange things began to happen in Chromopolis. The mural, which had drawn crowds from every corner, started to change. Each morning, new elements appeared in the painting - eyes that seemed to follow passersby, shadows that moved when no one was looking, and whispers that echoed from the walls. The once-joyous crowds now approached the mural with a mix of awe and unease.
Connor, puzzled and increasingly anxious, sought the help of his old friend and color theorist, Professor Donatella Clank. Donatella, a sharp-witted and somewhat peculiar scholar, was fascinated by the mystery. She arrived at Connor’s studio with a satchel full of ancient color charts, magnifying glasses, and peculiar gadgets that buzzed and hummed.
"PANTONE 253, you say?" Donatella mused, adjusting her oversized spectacles as she scrutinized a sample of the color under a microscope. "This shade is known in the ancient texts as ‘Mysticus Violet.’ It’s said to be a living color, one that adapts and evolves with its surroundings. But it’s also known to be... unpredictable."
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As they delved deeper into their investigation, Donatella and Connor discovered that PANTONE 253 was more than just a color - it was a portal. The mural had become a gateway to another dimension, one where colors were alive, and reality was fluid. The figures that appeared in the painting weren’t just random; they were trying to communicate.
One evening, as the city slept, Connor and Donatella returned to the mural to test their theory. Armed with brushes dipped in PANTONE 253, they began to paint alongside the living colors. To their astonishment, the mural responded, shifting and changing as if guiding their hands. The figures became clearer, more distinct. They were beings from another world, trapped in the paint, seeking a way out.
Donatella, always one for the dramatic, declared, "We must complete the mural, Connor! Only then will the portal stabilize, and we might just save these poor souls from their colorful prison!"
Connor, both terrified and exhilarated, agreed. They worked through the night, painting furiously as the mural shifted and writhed. The colors swirled, danced, and finally, with a blinding flash of violet light, the mural froze. The figures were gone, and the mural returned to its original, albeit slightly more vibrant, state.
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The next morning, the city awoke to find the mural restored to its former glory. The strange happenings ceased, and life in Chromopolis returned to normal. Connor, relieved but forever changed, swore off using PANTONE 253 again - at least without Donatella’s supervision.
As for Professor Donatella Clank, she returned to her research, more intrigued by the mysteries of color than ever. She kept a small vial of PANTONE 253 in her study, just in case another portal decided to open up.
And so, in the vibrant city of Chromopolis, the legend of the living color, PANTONE 253, became the stuff of whispered conversations and late-night tales. Connor and Donatella, now celebrated as heroes, continued their creative pursuits, always with one eye on the canvas and the other on the curious bottle of Mysticus Violet sitting quietly on the shelf.
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