MMM: Pink Is The Warmest Color
Mostly Montreal Monday
The main street in the Gay Village opens up to pedestrians only during the summer and its ceiling is sprinkled with 170,000 pink balls.
It is as gay and as beautiful as that sounds.
“The pink balls work because they create a sense of enclosure. One of the problems pedestrian streets face, especially in a car-dependent North American society, is that they often feel empty and sapped of vitality. You don’t realize how much space cars take up until they’re gone; a street that seems narrow when it’s filled with traffic, like Ste. Catherine, suddenly feels vast when the asphalt is clear. The baubles counteract that by tricking the mind into thinking the space is smaller and busier than it actually is. Plus they’re fun. And, you know, gay.” – via Maisonvueve
May you all stroll under such an umbrella this Monday morning.
On a barely related note, check this:
“I snorted a whole bag of powdered pink flamingoes, and it was enough to power me through my blues.” – Jarod Kintz
Reading that perfect sentence makes me feel bad you had to read every word I wrote above it. But I keep trying.