#273, San Francisco
Oh, California. You've always got so much to say. Since this door leaves little to the imagination about the dweller's political preferences or what breed of animal lurks inside (the oval blue sticker below the 273 says "Wag more, bark less") , I thought it'd be fun to psychoanalyze it for other personality quirks.
Now I'm no expert, but I think you can learn a lot about a person by the design choices they make and choose to share with the world. Notice, for example, how the signs and stickers are lined up: centered and perfectly level, almost in descending order by size, showing a perfectionism not usually seen in the public stickering sphere. Clearly, this person is an obsessive freak, like me. The close juxtaposition of the "Welcome Friends" and "Beware of Dog" might indicate a split personality or indecisive nature. (Or maybe they meant to say "Welcome Dogs" and "Beware of Friends." This is the west coast, after all.)
Even the layout of the numbers points to that so-called rugged individualism San Franciscans are known for. The number plates and typeface are uniform, but here they're sloped to add a bit of visual interest, much like yesterday's slanting 272. I may not have a career in psychoanalysis for buildings, but I do have an armchair degree in speculative architectural nonsense. And trust me, if there's one place in this great country of ours where I could claim this with pride, it's California.