There is one thing that I love photographing as much as an unattended bench looking towards a fantastic view – a street-parked bicycle. So where is he? Where has he gone? How long will he be? Will he notice if I still the bike? There’s just something magical about it. Maybe it because it was one of my mom’s first art subjects – maybe we got the same affinity towards it. It’s funny that, although I’m this found of them, I m the worst rider ever – and have got many, many life-lasting scars to prove me right.