One yellow door, on one house. It was a reasonable wake up accent for an otherwise understated facade.

But when yellow showed up just a few houses down, the understated gave way to garish.


Gerald Horne, architect and friend, has long advocated for “architecture insurance”–a way to protect us from really bad decisions made by our neighbors and/or well funded, aesthetically challenged organizations (like my neighborhood’s most notorious offender, Boston University.) Maybe we need a vigilante citizens’ version of W magazine’s notorious FP, the Fashion Police, who scoured the streets of New York for evidence of fashion gone awry (FV, or “fashion victims”) and then published their findings each week for all to gape and gasp.

It’s easier to tolerate muffin topped jeans than a house color screaming so loud nobody can escape it.