In the wealthy private community called Forest Hills Gardens, you find restrained Tudor-style homes like this.
In just plain Forest Hills, you will find residential concoctions like this. (It's the sort of thing many of my relatives would have been proud to have built. The picnic table in the back was covered with clear plastic. I bet the living room furniture was also sealed that way.)
Have you ever known anyone who did not have a personal style? Hard to imagine, but when I see someone with extra verve and audacity of appearance, I like to let them hear my admiration, so when Joe and C and I passed this lady on our way into Flushing Meadows-Corona Park, I gave her props for color coordination right down to her husband's hat, and the bit of matching color in the plastic bag. She was happy to receive our praise.
Not many people can carry off the color orange. I know I can't. I stick to blues and purples. C can handle orange, red and all the greens. He can do bronze where I can do silver. I harbor opinions about the "color" key of people I have met, and I speculate about what your "color" might be if I haven't yet met you. (Joe looks great in maroon.)