When in Paris, many of us like to take pictures of the blue doors of Paris. They’ve become cliché. There are postcards and posters, and posts on blogs, all celebrating the blue door.
I’m not embarassed though, to say I have my own folder of blue doors. What is it about them? What is it? Is it the architecture they’re a part of, the fact that they’re all different, some nicked and scuffed, others shiny like ice? Is it the surprising number of blue hues, from robin’s egg to a stormy sea, more green than blue?
How much is our love of the blue doors, simply about our love of Paris?
Don’t you wonder who may have gone through that door, when, to meet whom? I wonder how old she was, what she was wearing, and what kind of mood she was in. Was it before, or after the war, and which war? Was she wearing a red coat that complemented, or clashed, with the color of the door?
Did she live behind the blue door for just a few years, or for most of her life? Did she walk through the door pregnant on one day and with her grandson’s hand in hers the next?
There’s an occasional blue door in New York, but mostly what I search for in the city, are open doors and windows to cafés and restaurants, especially when they are empty and waiting to be filled with people. I won’t be able to do this much longer, it’s a summer thing.
I really wasn’t going to mention Everlane again today, but then this “Suede Heel Mule” dropped into my mailbox. Babouched again! I don’t know how I feel about the name, suede heel mule, but I do know I like this style a lot. And yes, the heel can be worn down or up.
It also comes in black and stone, and really, it’s just about the best choice for a fall shoe.
“Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth.”