The Friday Fillip: When We Were Greyscale
We called it black and white, but in truth it was all shades in between. It was how we saw movies, how our photographs looked. And somehow the eye didn’t blench or weep for want of vibrant reds. We made up the colours in our minds, perhaps — it’s difficult to remember the ur-experience now that Dorothy’s landed in Oz and LCDs play across a full 60 inches — or perhaps we simply didn’t care about colour, pushing through to the essentials such as the story or the memory of an event.
Nature anticipates the greyscale with its retinal rods . . . [more]
