Another shot culled from the archive examination of yesterday. Another revisiting of an east coast past time, and surely a future-time, if that word logic follows. ‘soon as I don’t have to commute an hour by car to Polo, I predict it’ll be reinstated as a many day’d per week time sink.
If this is broken down to a sentence, it’s two players striving for control of the ball as seen through the goal with a third player in tow. It’s probably read that way visually to, though there could be some confusion for those not familiar with the game. Also, for those not familiar with the NYC scene it’s Marco with the bird covers, Johnny Midwest a goal, and… an unidentified player behind… though I think it’s probably the infamous Macbeth with his Death Star wheelcover (not shown), caliper breaks, and hockey mitts.
It works because there’s separation between each of these things. The ball is shown in full. The reaching mallets of the sprinting players are splayed and clearly in action. The third man coming in does not infringe, but rather nicely fills out the right hand side of the frame.
Everything has its place in this frame.