Creative February, 2025
Warning Signs
The thing I dislike most in the world is rain—I have never liked it since childhood. London has always felt gloomy and heavy to me, perhaps because of the rain. Even English architecture has always seemed prickly, cold, and arrogant, just like the rain.
As I wandered through the city in search of inspiration, I unexpectedly found it. Among London’s muted tones, my eyes were drawn not to the grand Gothic and Romanesque buildings but to sharp geometry and bold colors. Stripes, triangles, vivid yellow and red cut through the gloom like deliberate brushstrokes on a gray canvas, turning construction sites into accidental design exhibitions.
The thing I dislike most in the world is rain—I have never liked it since childhood. London has always felt gloomy and heavy to me, perhaps because of the rain. Even English architecture has always seemed prickly, cold, and arrogant, just like the rain.
As I wandered through the city in search of inspiration, I unexpectedly found it. Among London’s muted tones, my eyes were drawn not to the grand Gothic and Romanesque buildings but to sharp geometry and bold colors. Stripes, triangles, vivid yellow and red cut through the gloom like deliberate brushstrokes on a gray canvas, turning construction sites into accidental design exhibitions.