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Roman afternoon mission: catch the white!
Full of hope, I rush to THE iconic white monument of Rome, the Altar of the Fatherland, but it's already too late—the facade is gray, and the sunlit side is yellowish.
The marble and limestone, though present, have mostly turned a dirty gray. Even the touristy plaster trinkets aren’t exactly dazzling.
And when it comes to facade coatings, white just doesn’t cut it. Except for that glam hotel, which I imagine gets repainted often.
Neither on the streets nor in shop windows does white get much love. The trend is camel, dark colors, bold hues—but not white. Only Max Mara bucks the trend.
I was hoping for a white color palette at the gelato shop—fiordilatte, panna, yogurt, coconut, lemon side by side—but this profession doesn’t seem to care about chromatic harmony. After careful observation, the prize for whiteness goes to the lemon sorbet.
Empty-handed, then—let’s call it a day. The evening will be ochre, sienna, mustard!
Full of hope, I rush to THE iconic white monument of Rome, the Altar of the Fatherland, but it's already too late—the facade is gray, and the sunlit side is yellowish.
The marble and limestone, though present, have mostly turned a dirty gray. Even the touristy plaster trinkets aren’t exactly dazzling.
And when it comes to facade coatings, white just doesn’t cut it. Except for that glam hotel, which I imagine gets repainted often.
Neither on the streets nor in shop windows does white get much love. The trend is camel, dark colors, bold hues—but not white. Only Max Mara bucks the trend.
I was hoping for a white color palette at the gelato shop—fiordilatte, panna, yogurt, coconut, lemon side by side—but this profession doesn’t seem to care about chromatic harmony. After careful observation, the prize for whiteness goes to the lemon sorbet.
Empty-handed, then—let’s call it a day. The evening will be ochre, sienna, mustard!
The façade of the church of São Martinho do Porto
