Gaudy is an interesting word. I think of it as a riot of color or pattern, and I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing. On the other hand, I would never want to be called it! When Ailsa over at “Where’s My Backpack” threw down the gaudy gauntlet in her weekly travel theme challenge, I had to think about the travel images in my portfolio that might fit the bill. Two moments in recent travels came to mind.
The first was a stop for coffee during a walk through Paris. My husband, who embraces gaudy on a regular basis, was wearing pants that could only be called “emergency orange”. (In fact they were specifically called that by friends, one evening while we were waiting for Aida to start at the Arena di Verona. Our friends took great pleasure in pointing out that the emergency staff at the arena were wearing the exact same pants!) Anyway, I think they’re great pants. And, they give him a nice butt where one often alludes him.
So, on that day in Paris, he was wearing the emergency orange pants with an easter egg blue polo shirt, when we decided it was time for an espresso. We chose the nearest place and it was, in fact, a cacophony of color. Purple, blue, green, yellow, orange and more. It was funny to see him sitting there, as if he’d been planted in the same garden by some giddy landscaper. And it was great to watch people walk past, too, each adding their own colors to the mix. (You can see a bit of the orangey-red pant leg to the bottom left of the photo above.)
The next thought that came to me was the couple I saw this summer leaving the Football (Soccer) Finals between Mexico and Brazil, at the 2012 Olympics in London. Now this is a stylish couple – and I find them completely fantastic. But if I were wearing the outfit, I’d feel gaudy. I guess it’s good to know your own limitations…