This doorway doesn’t just open — it celebrates. A quiet institutional entrance in Ghent is caught mid-eruption, its white doors flooded with thousands of tiny colour bursts, as if a party passed through and left joy embedded in the surface. There’s something disarming about the scale: monumental architecture, treated with the lightest possible gesture. It’s not decoration, it’s interruption — a reminder that even the most orderly places have room for delight. You step through it carrying a little of the noise on your sleeve.