Chic in New York
This is the second installation in the “pretty girls at bike polo” series. The woman and her cycle are in crisp focus here – notice the zipper on the bag and her gold earrings. Everything else is a bit soft. Maybe she forgot her glasses and that’s what she actually sees while we, the observer of the observer, can see only her in focus. And who is she watching? The game is clearly happening to the left, yet she seems to be looking straight forward, perhaps at the other spectators across the pitch.
And let’s not forget the color! The trifecta of matching leather on her (seat, bag, bar wrap) that tie in with the clay-ish shades of red on the buildings in the background, the light creams that never quite reach white, the olive shirt that almost perfectly matches the far brick wall.
And finally those lines! Those hefty steel bars that, in their parallel-ity give such a solidness to that side of the frame, flowing in tandem with the stripes of color presented in the far wall and the close concrete-topped wall. And then beneath all this horizontal dominance there’s a mess of sharp diagonals in the spokes of the wheel and the tubing on the bike.
OK, second-finally, the word Stella in steel, just to the right of her right foot on her bike. Is her name Stella? Is it a handmade frame from some master builder named Stella? It makes me think of a dog by the same name that one of my childhood friends had. Does everyone have a “Stella” association in their head?