It finally dawned on me what the skate park reminds me of: Frank. Gehry. I mean, the whole area is composed of these warped and contoured planes that go every which way and defy the standards of perhaps traditional architecture (of course nobody’s living in these). The feeling is quite a bit stronger when I pull them into black and white where the warm tones disappear into what could be sheet metal.
I’ve found myself shooting skaters at their request, shooting them candidly, and then making stuff like this. Pure compositions of the environment. Come to think of it two days ago’s post was by request, yesterday’s candid, and today this.
All I really want to point out is the wonderful combination of neutral tones. These bold silver lines that cut across all rigidly straight. The flat sheet-rock-esque concrete below. And finally the warmth of this woody color that takes on all manner of shades as it bends and recedes.
Also a fan of the scattered seeds.