I enjoy doors. One of the first thing you see and touch as you enter a new space, and the last thing as you leave. Granting you access. Letting you in or keeping you out. I’m not sure what exactly it is.
On my walk to school there’s a little house with a bright red door, and it always makes me smile and wonder. Why red? Why does that house deserve such a statement-making colour? Is there a story?
For something that we take for granted and encounter so often, the majority of doors have a tendency to be exceptionally boring and bland. Why, when there are so many ways to add personality to a door?
In conclusion? Expect to see a bright painted door welcoming you into bicyclette. Hopefully vintage, with some sort of detailing. And I love the look of peeling paint. Beauty in imperfection.
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