It’s been said that San Francisco doesn’t do fashion well. In fact, former San Franciscan and famed author Danielle Steel famously said about style in San Francisco, “There’s no style, nobody dresses up—you can’t be chic there. It’s all shorts and hiking books and Tevas—it’s as if everyone is dressed to go on a camping trip…” With all that stunning natural scenery around us, I guess it makes sense we’d have lots of outdoor gear. Being here, it is so tempting to want to throw on the kind of looks shown below which we are affectionately calling ‘Camping Chic’.
Louis J. Helle, an international scholar, once said, “Bicycling is the nearest approximation I know to the flight of birds.” During last year’s London Olympics ceremony opening, there was a skit performed with dove bikes that was inspired by this quote.
The visionary founder of Apple, Steve Jobs, once compared the efficiency of locomotion between a man riding a bicycle and the flight of a condor. He determined that, “[sic] a man on a bicycle, a human on a bicycle, blew the condor away, completely off the top of the charts.”
So the idea that riding a bike is like flying like a bird must have truth to it.
Going downhill on many of San Francisco’s hills, I often wonder if this how it feels to fly like a bird. Is it the feeling of freedom, the ease of movement, the wind in your face, the speed, the glide…etc. that gives you this sensation?
The photos below capture some of that feeling. So carefree…
Never underestimate the power of the color purple to stick around even after the fall season. Besides the usual staples of gray and black, this was the most prevalent color worn by bicycle riders on the streets of San Francisco during a recent afternoon, a somewhat balmy January day.
The power of the color purple can even keep your bare legs warm.
I know what his favorite color is. =)
Purple and orange together always draw the eye.
Nothing more comfortable than a hoodie and especially in the color purple.
Purple pants on fire.
On a lovely sunny but chilly Sunday afternoon in Golden Gate Park, I spotted some people who looked “dressed for the occasion” riding bikes.