Yet another façade that I love, not for its classical or architectural beauty, but for the colors and textures that time has inscribed on it over the years—like the abandoned house with blue shutters on the same street.
These cracks, peels, and fissures inspire me and often move me more than the neat cleanliness of a freshly restored house, whose charm partly disappears with the erasure of its imperfections.
It is these marks of time, these signs of age and decay, that I look for in façades, for they stir the imagination far more than the polished beauty of things that are too controlled and too perfected.
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