the ny times is pretty good at delivering news in a timely fashion, but they are not always timely in their cultural trends. if only they had someone on staff who's been riding a bicycle for awhile now who watches style to alert them to this trend of cycle chic. (pssst, they do.)
the mama texican sent me this link of portlandia types talking about their style in "the pearl." and yes, bikes are accessories. of course.
enjoy! and bill cunningham, why wont they listen to you more? heh.
Showing posts with label Portland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Portland. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Friday, June 1, 2012
From The Hip
It would seem I have spent enough time in the saddle of enormously large and heavy bicycles that I have become adept at it.
Taken from the hip, riding a 100 lbs of cargo bicycle one handed, using a fully manual camera. There really should be a way for me to make a career out of that skill set.
Taken from the hip, riding a 100 lbs of cargo bicycle one handed, using a fully manual camera. There really should be a way for me to make a career out of that skill set.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Read The Signs
One of the things I like most about bicycling in Portland are all of the wonderful signs they give you.
They tell you where to go and about how long it will take to do so. I have always found the timing estimates to be spot on. It is quite hard to get lost even though just about everything is a clapboard house with a big tree in front of it.
The ones in San Francisco are a little more interpretive. We have room for improvement.
They tell you where to go and about how long it will take to do so. I have always found the timing estimates to be spot on. It is quite hard to get lost even though just about everything is a clapboard house with a big tree in front of it.
The ones in San Francisco are a little more interpretive. We have room for improvement.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Are Two Heads Better Than One?
As there are many things to write about our trip to Portland, I will just wimp out on the written word for now and give you this bit of silliness.
(amazing bicycle courtesy of Metrofiets!)
(amazing bicycle courtesy of Metrofiets!)
Friday, September 17, 2010
A Future Worth Working Toward
The first step is recognizing the signs. Then we have to accept it. Then we have to turn it into art.
addendum- per Todd's request
Ten Seconds On Hawthorne
A group of friends.
Heading somewhere.
A sunny weekend day, fun somewhere down the road.
Four friends, four bicycles, one bike lane.
Ten seconds on Hawthorne. Imagine an hour, a day, a year and all the friends that ride along here on their way to something fun. Make it happen in your town.
Heading somewhere.
A sunny weekend day, fun somewhere down the road.
Four friends, four bicycles, one bike lane.
Ten seconds on Hawthorne. Imagine an hour, a day, a year and all the friends that ride along here on their way to something fun. Make it happen in your town.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
40 & Green
Today I am 40.
Amazing what a cute green Brompton and some red peep toes can do to make it great! So, if like me, you are entering... a certain group of years... grab your bike and do it up!
(Brompton courtesy of Clever Cycles in Portland, Oregon. I wish I had more time to play there!)
photo by Kristin Tieche (Happy Birthday to her, too!)
Amazing what a cute green Brompton and some red peep toes can do to make it great! So, if like me, you are entering... a certain group of years... grab your bike and do it up!
(Brompton courtesy of Clever Cycles in Portland, Oregon. I wish I had more time to play there!)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Processing Portland
Because it was a swirl, I am only aware of clapboard & bricks & vines & trees & wheels. Which way is south & how far is east?
Portland is a place of lines & the bones of a working class, industrial past that ends a little more everyday.
The stores are full of other people's stories- plaid & nylon & mothballs. Industry is a creaking rocking chair, economy of antique scales. Coffee comes with it all. Beer to follow.
- small thoughts on a late plane back to SFO. More coherent writing to follow.
Portland is a place of lines & the bones of a working class, industrial past that ends a little more everyday.
The stores are full of other people's stories- plaid & nylon & mothballs. Industry is a creaking rocking chair, economy of antique scales. Coffee comes with it all. Beer to follow.
- small thoughts on a late plane back to SFO. More coherent writing to follow.
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