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One day, when I am famous and I have heaps of money and time to devote to such things, I am going to run some sort of photography competition for people do for cycling what The Sartorialist has done for walking down the street in New York. Arguably, Andy and others are already all over this one, but sometimes I wish that my photography would do justice to my subjects.

In the end, I think one of the secrets is getting people to stop since I can neither whip out my iphone nor become a better photographer while actually riding my bike.

Lucky for me, Kendall was already stopped and sure, I was running late for work but I just had to pull on up for a quick chat. She just looked utterly chilled and cruisy, presumably someway to work or someway from something to something, a simple front basket, a basic skate lid and goddamit some super hot shoes.

With blue soles.

You can’t see them, unless of course she’s pedalling away on her bike, which is just the kind of detailing that makes me reach matcher’s heaven.

Apparently she has a road bike too, so you never know, she might be an all star celebrity ride on interview about nothing much at all. One can only hope dear reader, one can only hope.

PS you know, I know and we all know that this change of layout has been a pretty big disaster, but we live and learn, right? I’ll get there in the end. Just really really slowly.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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