Showing posts with label bike photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bike photography. Show all posts

Friday, 14 February 2014

Velo-times Day

So this is the one day of the year when you can tell people you love them. When is the day you get to tell people you hate them? Like really sit down over dinner and go for it, hate them in their face. Go speed hating.

Thursday, 6 February 2014

From Chile


While I'm feeling chilly my buddy Alantl is in Chile.
I once got a bus from Santiago Chile to visit him in Buenos Aries. It looked really close on the map. 36 hours on the road is not close. DON'T laugh at me Argentina.
Anyway, here are two 'Use Your Bike' interventions in Valparaíso.
Wish I was there.


Monday, 30 December 2013

Marvelous México



My little exhibition at Look Mum No Hands has been featured on the Marvelous México blog. Check it out. Also, let's all start saying 'marvelous' more. Marvelous.

Here's a bit more about it.

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

From Milan

My Brother went to Milan and all he got me were these bike pictures:




Jeesh, even their hire scheme bikes are stylish in Milan. My brother must have stuck out like a sore thumb. I think he cuts his hair himself.

Monday, 21 October 2013

From Venezuela




Thanks Alantl for sending me these snaps from Caracas.
They are amazing. I looked at them then hung up my rain soaked clothes in a haze of jealousy.If you need me I'll be sitting at my computer with a hidden tab of flights I can't afford. Gracias.

Thursday, 10 October 2013

Mexico's Bikes & Beetles at Look Mum No Hands


When you go around with a name like 'Jude' you get A LOT of Beatles references thrown/ sung at you.  It's no wonder I feel an affinity with VW Beetles. I feel like they understand.

If you drop by Look Mum No Hands on Old Street you can say 'Hello" to my pictures of Mexico's Bikes & Beetles that will be on display until the end of October.

I first visited Mexico in 2000 as an excited 18 year old on a gap year and fell head-over-heels in love with the country. Over the last decade (plus a few years) I’ve been lucky enough to return to Mexico several times. While I was cycling around Mexico City a year ago, I noticed that there were many more bikes on the road than VW Beetles. 

In the 1960s a Volkswagen Beetle factory opened in Mexico and they soon became the country’s standard box car. VW Beetles, or ‘Vochos’ as they are lovingly nicknamed, were a symbol of modernity and Mexico’s economic growth. Green and white Beetles (vocho verdes) even became the official taxi.

I thought it was interesting how over the years these cars have begun disappearing while cycling has taken off. I started taking pictures wherever I saw a bike and a Beetle together. The car usually represents modernity while the bike is seen as traditional. These pictures question that perception.

Look Mum No Hands, 49 Old Street, London , EC1V 9HX




Friday, 21 June 2013

Bikes from a Bird's Eye View// Ecobicis







I had to google 'bird's eye view' to see if it had an apostrophe. It does. It's just one bird. 

I was being a massive tourist the other day and went on an open top bus. YES I was that girl wearing a 'I heart DF' t-shirt. I heart 'I heart' t-shirts. I recommend doing a tour bus in every city you visit. Every year I do it in London with a few friends and we have so much fun. It's nice seeing a city from a different perspective even it it is your own. 

I've spent a lot of time recently looking at DF from between my Ecobici handles so it was nice to see those handles from high up. I hope those dudes without hats or helmets remembered to put sunscreen on their heads.

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Wish you were here// Yucatan Mexibike Snaps

I went on a little trip to the Yucatan State of Mexico and ONLY took pictures of bikes. My friends are getting used to me showing them bike porn instead of beaches. By 'used to' I of course mean 'sick of'. Wish you were here.

Monday, 27 May 2013

My favourite bike people in Mexico City

Isn't this the happiest bike you've ever seen?

This guy's bike sharpens knives.

He rides around carrying a tray. Sometimes it has drinks on it.

Ice bike guy.
In no particular order. These are some of many local bike people I see cycling around. They are all very nice and friendly even if their picture poses suggest otherwise. They make me want to amend my bike into a multifunctional machine. Maybe one that cuts hair. Volunteers? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? *Tumbleweed*.

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Sueños Sobre Ruedas





There is this long road in Mexico City called ‘Reforma’. My brain links words to songs by association, so every time I ride along this road I sing Informer by Snow changing Informer to Reforma. Anyway, the reason I’m sharing this is because of an outdoor photography exhibition that is running along Reforma (I can’t not sing it) by Chapultepec Park called Sueños Sobre Ruedas which means Dreams on Wheels. Curated by Copenhagenize’s Mikael Colville-Andersen, this exhibition shows examples of how Mexico City’s urban cycling culture is growing and cycling is becoming a feasible travel alternative. A perfect example of this happens every Sunday when Reforma is closed for cars until 2pm allowing everyone to cycle along it without stupid cars getting in the way.These 80 pictures show the journey of urban cycling in Mexico City from 2006- 2012. It's definitely grown a lot, I can't wait to see what the city looks like in ten years.

Me and this guy. I'm wearing my version of a yellow cycling jersey. It has sequins. Obviously.
I love this colourful birds eye view print.

Maximum respect to these riders in Dia de los Muertos face paints. Good job not sweating them off.
This Señor has made his bike into a knife sharpening station. I see him everywhere. I never have my knives on me.





Monday, 22 April 2013

From Tokyo

My Brother went to Tokyo and all he got me were these bike pictures:








Thanks bruv. I'm green with envy but appreciate this so much more than a Toblerone that has obviously been purchased at Heathrow Airport. Also, emails titled 'Bike Porn' always get opened first. ALWAYS.
Here's what he got me from India.