Painted Bride in Philadelphia
First, you need to picture the building. It sat at 230 Vine Street, and it was not subtle. The facade was a riot of colorful tiles, geometric shapes, and random angles that looked like a preschooler’s art project if that preschooler had a degree in architecture and a caffeine addiction.
People called it “the building that looked like a quilt,” which is polite. I call it “the building that looked like a clown car had a showdown with a kaleidoscope.” And yet, it was glorious. Locals used it as a landmark: “Turn left at the building that hurts your eyes, then go straight.”