Gustav Hoiland

By: Gustav Hoiland

Jul 22 2011

Category: fisheye, street

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I nearly posted this yesterday instead of that hexagonal sunlit polo image.  Very nearly. I did play polo today, some great games in this veritably scorching summer late-evening heat, and the only real visible injury from it all is a minute blood blister with a radius of barely a millimeter. There are no 6:00am Bikram classes on the weekends. I may have to settle for 9:00.

But this here image. This strange, bowed look at the city floor beneath the shoes that clop along on its surface. This madhouse of painted lines, painted objects, and dyed textiles. The bicycles, cars, and walkers that share the space, all in pursuit of some far-off destination.

If I put the extra couple pounds of effort into my once daily walk-commute (now bike commute), I’d carry a tripod and shoot this same image from above the self, tripod as extender of vision, held overhead. But alas, I carry not the extra 5-7lbs or whatever the device weighs. A wonderful contraption, but sweat-inducing to be sure.

It’s all about the Spanish shoes.