…while in Paris and London recently, I became obsessed with front doors. The vivid and joyful colors were amplified by coat after coat of high gloss lacquer. Lending personality to each building, even an air of mystery, the old, worn and sometimes crooked doors had hung for decades on some of Europe’s oldest buildings, greeting passersby or keeping them at bay.
I stumbled upon this beautiful piece while thrifting this week. It inspired me to add a splash of blue to my world. The town of …
It’s the woman with the jeans from the thrift store and the Armani jacket she’s owned for decades who can slip her teenage son’s T-shirt underneath, add a scarf and out the door who turns heads. So I’m not talking about unkept. I’m talking about calculated nonchalance, maybe?*