Blue is my favorite color. My car is blue. My favorite nail polish is blue. My childhood bedroom was blue.
Summer 2018, New York. While taking design classes and working full-time freelance, I traipse all over the city with my heart as my guide. I start noticing utilitarian doors, ladders, grates and railings that are all painted a bright, rich blue. Like Frida’s house.
I snap photos and collect them. It becomes an unstoppable need. The art of looking and noticing. A deeply satisfying layer added to every stroll around the block. A rich, confident blue.
A calm touchstone after a long day. A game of “I Spy.”
A letter between us and whoever left it there.
Me, you and utility blue.
