Boston Takes the Title
So we had something resembling a bike polo tournament yesterday in Boston. New York brought a crew of ten to face off against Boston’s mightiest. After pouring rain all morning we got the courts near-dry around 4pm and were about to start the epic hour and a half of madness when… it started pouring again. Buuuut, some additional water removal efforts got us in good enough shape to forge ahead, figuring half-working brakes were better than delaying it until tomorrow. Boston took it 22-18. I scored some goals. Twas a good time. The following pina-colada laden taco party was even better.
So we’ve got two things here. Or 3. or 4. Let’s go 4 physical objects. Yellow wall. Black shelf. Retired jeans (wall decor). Trophy. I made the trophy – really just a stencil over some foam core that was layered three deep for some … depth. (Reads NYC/BOSTON!) While the jeans I made not, they were my jeans of choice during many hours of polo action. The rip on the right side (technically the left knee) came from a polo crash in New York, along with the scar on my leg beneath it.
So what do I like about this? Firstly the color’s nice. There’s the dark, brooding jeans that cast soft shadows on the rich gold/yellow wall behind it. There’s a nice blackness in the shelf that is broken up by the lighter reflection off of the monument of achievement in lower center… ramble ramble ramble.
Maybe it’s just the jeans that I like so much. Those jeans that I know so intimately. Whose fit I can still remember. The four button fly that was such a pleasure compared to the zipper on my new pair. The legs that rolled up so nicely after being broken in for a hundred days. Does any of this transfer in the photo? Do you have yearnings for jeans of past you? Any appreciation for the outer dark blue fabric and its contrast to its grey diagonal inside stitching?
I don’t know. I just love those jeans. And the trophy turned out nicely.