Blue is by far and away my favorite color; and no one does it like the French. I love Navy and smokey blues that are almost a cornerstone of Americana, but they always feel like a choice, not an impulse. The French bleed blue. The last time I was in Paris, I (half) unwittingly photographed nearly every blue door I saw and came away with a great souvenir- a collective pallet of blues, with hues and patinas a fan deck could never replicate.
Is the video too much?
Nope, just right.