#159, Luquer Street, Brooklyn
More off-kilter numbers, this time from the lovely Luquer Street, a quiet charmer of a street on the border of Carroll Gardens and Red Hook that I've written about before. The appealing crackling state of the 9 almost distracts me from the presence of pale peach, which is generally a deal-breaking color for me when it comes to architecture. There are many reasons I will never live in Miami, and this shade is one of them.
Color can really make a difference in buildings -- whether we perceive them as warm or cold, or whether we find them welcoming or not. I'm reminded of some of the scathing remarks about New York from writer Edith Wharton, who was way more of an expert in snarkitecture than yours truly. Wharton managed to take down the beloved brownstones of New York City a few notches by comparing their stately, earthy hues to something dipped in "cold chocolate sauce."
So a question for you, my dear readers: are there colors that attract you to certain buildings, or colors that repel you? Would you ever live somewhere or not live somewhere based on the colors of your surroundings, whether it be in buildings or in nature? And are there times when you'll make exceptions? For me, it was the hideous pink barn of Klemm's nursery (now demolished) in my hometown, a site so filled with fond memories I was willing to be more forgiving. Any colors for you that make or break a place?