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PANTONE 344
Parameters:
HEX Triplet:
#B4D8BARGB:
180, 216, 186CMYK:
32, 0, 30, 0HSL:
130°, 17%, 85%Closest colors:
in RGB:
Moss greenin PANTONE:
PANTONE 3375in RAL Classic:
RAL 6019in RAL Design:
RAL 160 80 10in RAL Effect:
RAL 760-2in NCS:
NCS S 2010-B90G 2024-09-21 Snargl 02:10
What color is PANTONE 344?
PANTONE 344 is a medium light shade of green with a hexadecimal color code of #B4D8BA.
It has a RGB color model of 70.59% red, 84.71% green and 72.94% blue and a HSL color space of 130° hue, 17% saturation and 85% lightness.
PANTONE 344 can be used for various purposes, such as graphic design, fashion, home décor, and plastics.
It is available in different Pantone products, such as guides, chips, books, and software.
It has a RGB color model of 70.59% red, 84.71% green and 72.94% blue and a HSL color space of 130° hue, 17% saturation and 85% lightness.
PANTONE 344 can be used for various purposes, such as graphic design, fashion, home décor, and plastics.
It is available in different Pantone products, such as guides, chips, books, and software.
Example of the palette with the PANTONE 344 color
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Funny stories about the 'PANTONE 344'
The Emerald Catastrophe of Pantone 344
Ralph Moon was not your typical painter. He was an artist, a visionary, and - most notably - a man obsessed with the color Pantone 344. A hue of green so oddly specific that it bordered on the eccentric, Ralph considered it the pinnacle of all shades, the apex of color perfection. His studio walls were plastered with every imaginable variation of this minty-green, his paintbrushes dipped only in the sacred tone, and even his wardrobe screamed Pantone 344 from head to toe.
One fateful Tuesday, Ralph received an invitation that sent shivers of excitement down his spine. It was from the prestigious LeFlair Fashion House, famous for their avant-garde collections. The letter, written in calligraphy, proposed a collaboration to create a new line of clothing, using none other than his beloved Pantone 344. The idea of his favorite color walking down the runway thrilled him beyond measure.
But Ralph Moon was no fashion designer. He could paint a masterpiece on canvas, but the idea of creating wearable art was a different challenge altogether. So, he found himself at the door of Scarlett McLeod, a factory worker who moonlighted as a seamstress and had a reputation for turning the bizarre into the beautiful.
Scarlett was a pragmatic woman with a dry sense of humor and a penchant for fixing the unfixable. When Ralph presented his idea, she raised an eyebrow so high it nearly vanished into her red curls. "You want to make an entire collection out of a single color? And that color is... mint green?" she asked, struggling to keep a straight face.
"Pantone 344," Ralph corrected, a hint of reverence in his voice. "It's not just mint green. It's a lifestyle."
Scarlett sighed but agreed, partly out of curiosity and partly because she was intrigued by Ralph's unwavering commitment to this ridiculous idea. They began their collaboration, with Ralph providing the artistic vision and Scarlett translating it into tangible fashion.
Their first creation was a dress that Ralph insisted be made entirely of tulle, dyed meticulously to match Pantone 344. Scarlett sewed the fabric layer by layer, watching as the dress morphed into what could only be described as a walking cloud of minty freshness. It was light, airy, and utterly ridiculous.
But Ralph was over the moon. "This is the future of fashion!" he declared, twirling in the dress like a giddy schoolgirl. Scarlett, trying her best not to laugh, nodded and started on the next piece: a pair of trousers. Ralph insisted they be made of velour, a fabric so out of touch with modern trends that Scarlett had to dig through forgotten warehouses just to find enough material.
When the trousers were finished, Ralph modeled them proudly, strutting around the factory floor as if he were on a Parisian runway. The velour shimmered under the fluorescent lights, an eyesore of greenish splendor. Scarlett watched, biting her lip to suppress a chuckle.
The collection grew, with each piece more ludicrous than the last. There was the oversized cardigan with buttons the size of golf balls, a suit jacket with tails so long it looked like a mint-colored octopus, and a pair of shoes that could only be described as green marshmallows with laces.
Finally, the day of the LeFlair Fashion House debut arrived. The audience, filled with the who's who of the fashion world, murmured in anticipation. When the first model stepped onto the runway in the Pantone 344 tulle dress, there was a collective gasp - not of admiration, but of utter bewilderment.
One by one, the models paraded down the runway in their emerald monstrosities. The audience was stunned into silence, unsure whether to applaud or laugh. Ralph sat in the front row, tears of joy streaming down his face. Scarlett, standing backstage, covered her mouth to hide her grin.
By the time the show ended, the audience burst into applause, a sound that was more of relief than approval. Fashion critics hailed the show as "a bold statement on the absurdity of modern trends" and "a daring exploration of monochromatic obsession." Ralph was hailed as a genius, albeit an unconventional one. Scarlett received credit for her craftsmanship, though she still found the entire ordeal absurd.
In the end, Ralph Moon's Pantone 344 collection became an overnight sensation. People wore the ridiculous outfits not because they were fashionable, but because they were so outrageously unfashionable that they became a trend of their own. As for Ralph and Scarlett, they continued their unlikely partnership, forever bonded by the most ludicrous fashion statement in history. And somewhere in the world, a factory churned out mint-green velour trousers by the thousands, much to Scarlett's eternal amusement.
One fateful Tuesday, Ralph received an invitation that sent shivers of excitement down his spine. It was from the prestigious LeFlair Fashion House, famous for their avant-garde collections. The letter, written in calligraphy, proposed a collaboration to create a new line of clothing, using none other than his beloved Pantone 344. The idea of his favorite color walking down the runway thrilled him beyond measure.
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But Ralph Moon was no fashion designer. He could paint a masterpiece on canvas, but the idea of creating wearable art was a different challenge altogether. So, he found himself at the door of Scarlett McLeod, a factory worker who moonlighted as a seamstress and had a reputation for turning the bizarre into the beautiful.
Scarlett was a pragmatic woman with a dry sense of humor and a penchant for fixing the unfixable. When Ralph presented his idea, she raised an eyebrow so high it nearly vanished into her red curls. "You want to make an entire collection out of a single color? And that color is... mint green?" she asked, struggling to keep a straight face.
"Pantone 344," Ralph corrected, a hint of reverence in his voice. "It's not just mint green. It's a lifestyle."
Scarlett sighed but agreed, partly out of curiosity and partly because she was intrigued by Ralph's unwavering commitment to this ridiculous idea. They began their collaboration, with Ralph providing the artistic vision and Scarlett translating it into tangible fashion.
Their first creation was a dress that Ralph insisted be made entirely of tulle, dyed meticulously to match Pantone 344. Scarlett sewed the fabric layer by layer, watching as the dress morphed into what could only be described as a walking cloud of minty freshness. It was light, airy, and utterly ridiculous.
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0
But Ralph was over the moon. "This is the future of fashion!" he declared, twirling in the dress like a giddy schoolgirl. Scarlett, trying her best not to laugh, nodded and started on the next piece: a pair of trousers. Ralph insisted they be made of velour, a fabric so out of touch with modern trends that Scarlett had to dig through forgotten warehouses just to find enough material.
When the trousers were finished, Ralph modeled them proudly, strutting around the factory floor as if he were on a Parisian runway. The velour shimmered under the fluorescent lights, an eyesore of greenish splendor. Scarlett watched, biting her lip to suppress a chuckle.
The collection grew, with each piece more ludicrous than the last. There was the oversized cardigan with buttons the size of golf balls, a suit jacket with tails so long it looked like a mint-colored octopus, and a pair of shoes that could only be described as green marshmallows with laces.
Finally, the day of the LeFlair Fashion House debut arrived. The audience, filled with the who's who of the fashion world, murmured in anticipation. When the first model stepped onto the runway in the Pantone 344 tulle dress, there was a collective gasp - not of admiration, but of utter bewilderment.
One by one, the models paraded down the runway in their emerald monstrosities. The audience was stunned into silence, unsure whether to applaud or laugh. Ralph sat in the front row, tears of joy streaming down his face. Scarlett, standing backstage, covered her mouth to hide her grin.
By the time the show ended, the audience burst into applause, a sound that was more of relief than approval. Fashion critics hailed the show as "a bold statement on the absurdity of modern trends" and "a daring exploration of monochromatic obsession." Ralph was hailed as a genius, albeit an unconventional one. Scarlett received credit for her craftsmanship, though she still found the entire ordeal absurd.
In the end, Ralph Moon's Pantone 344 collection became an overnight sensation. People wore the ridiculous outfits not because they were fashionable, but because they were so outrageously unfashionable that they became a trend of their own. As for Ralph and Scarlett, they continued their unlikely partnership, forever bonded by the most ludicrous fashion statement in history. And somewhere in the world, a factory churned out mint-green velour trousers by the thousands, much to Scarlett's eternal amusement.
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