Hi. I’m the human behind Rejected Swatches — a place where colors, broken ideas, and stray thoughts crash into each other and occasionally make something beautiful. Or at least tolerable.

I’ve been a digital content designer for nearly a decade. Somehow, despite all that "professional experience," my wallet is emptier than my enemies' promises. But my brain? Overflowing. So this site is my way of staying (mostly) sane: making color palettes nobody asked for and writing stories nobody commissioned.

Growing up, I genuinely thought the bad guys in movies were real prisoners getting beat up for our entertainment. (Stunts? Acting? Never heard of them.)
Life was a bit blurry back then — honestly, it still is.

Now that I’ve hit Level 30-ish, I decided colors shouldn't just have names like "Ivory" or "Taupe" anymore. No, they deserve the names they actually earned.
Like "White That Is Expensive" or "Beige That Hates You." Because if we’re gonna live in this flaming dumpster of a world, we might as well call things what they are.

Every palette comes with a tiny story, because why not bleed a little more while we’re here? If you’ve ever cried in a Zara fitting room, tried to explain "black coffee" to someone who responds with "a coffee of color," or made a palette for a blind friend out of pure spite — welcome. You’re home.

Use and Abuse Policy

Take anything you find here — the palettes, the stories, the cracked-out ideas — and use them however you want. Make a skit. Write a movie. Tattoo it on your forehead. I don't care.

All I ask: give credit to Rejected Swatches and me.

Because even a dude on death row knows you always thank the person who handed you your last cigarette... or your last half-decent idea.

(And because karma’s a lot meaner when you steal from broke people.)

PS: If you love sanitized, polished corporate color wheels, there’s the door. 🚪
This is for the rest of us.