A friend of mine spent some time in southern France and took a real interest in the architecture around him and, more specifically, the buildings’ doors. During his trip he maintained a travel blog and wrote Doors & such, a great post with lots of pictures of cathedrals, carvings and doors.
What struck him most bout the doors and their corresponding buildings was their sheer size (he notes being “whelmed” by them—my friend is not the kind of person to be easily overwhelmed). All of these old structures are massive and it only makes sense that the entryways would be as well. Even the keys are gigantic.
Seeing these doors, my mind immediately drifts through them. A door, particularly such huge pieces of functional art, can be any sort of metaphor you like. It’s an entryway to new adventure, the beginning of the story, a promise of something wonderful behind it. But the thing about a door is, there’s always a way to open it, you just need the will and the means.
See his blog post, Doors & such, for many more pictures. 


Reblogged this on The Legion of Door Whores.
saw this on The Legion of Door Whores, great shot.
It was southern France that brought me to my love of doors as well. Every one seemed to tell a story about what lay within.