I live in a land of monotony - trucks, suv's, and those crossover/station wagon/minivan things - mostly in white, silver, or bronzy golds.
When I had to park my firebird for a blown headgasket/cracked block a few years ago and had to start driving the big, black, blends-in-with-all-the-others Tahoe, a mom at our old school said to me "Well, thank heaven. This is so much nicer than that car of yours."
That "car of mine" may be old (1995) but it is without dings and is still its shiny blue/green chameleon colors (shifts between blue, green, and purple depending on the light). But it didn't conform - was the only vehicle with two doors in the parking lot most afternoons.