Simple entrance, but a nice study in friendly geometry. You reach the door by a steep stair, trimmed in slate. The circle, framed in trim, widens in welcome as you reach the top. The motif matches the simple Victorian trim on the windows. Plus there's a transom window, a signal that you'll enter on a light filled (and probably lemon waxed) hallway. That said, let it be known that I am a sucker for green and gold.
This is not the most spectacular entrance in London, but the graphic designer in me finds its irresistible. The white work is like the doodle you make on a notepad during a dull meeting. I know the grid is a security measure, but what an arabesque gesture and those side grills…do you see the folk art faces that I do?
1. I wish I had shot this entrance as a close-up.
2. I don't know what company the sign belongs to., but yes that is a dog farting.
3. Who wouldn't want to go through the door and find out more?
Shot near the British Museum on a rainy afternoon: an entrance with a perfect graphic pink sign.
Is it the pink hall, or the climbing geraniums, or the insane amount of cheerful swirly gate action that makes this entrance so inviting? What a "nice" way to keep the riff-raff out. There are twenty different variations of wire security gates in my neighborhood. More to come in this album at a later date.
I started life in a hothouse. That sounds so sexy, but what it really means is that I was a toddler surrounded by long-stemmed carnations, mums and pots of violets. How very Victorian! Makes sense, doesn't it, that a gingerbread trimmed hothouse door would seem inviting to the likes of me. This entrance leads to an indoor lily pond.
Doesn't the red mail box make you want to send a postcard reading "Wish I was here"? What a sunny place to come home to.
A downstairs apartment with a brick path and planter and two topiaries. Very English. All it needs is a cast iron hedgehog boot brush near the door.
