Feb12

What to Wear on a Bike Tour

My wheels for the day.

As soon as I bought my tickets for the Miami Art Museum (MAM) Contemporaries Wynwood Bike Tour, my first thought what, “What does one wear to a bike tour?” And it’s a question that plagued me for a whole month. So much so, I actually quizzed people about it. And maybe I took pics of outfits and send them to Lauren Gnazzo, but we won’t get into that because it’s a tad of obsessive. But anyway …

So, the age old Q of what I am going to wear got put off until 30 minutes prior to the trip. And since we were headed into hipster country I gave my closet a hipster rundown. And here’s what I came up with:

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Was I really going to leave in knee socks?

Denim and a jumper, maybe?

Or giant husband hooodie?

In the end, it doesn’t matter what I picked. By the time I got to Wynwood Walls, the sun had blanketed itself with a massive cloud cover and the wind was threatening to chill me to the bone. I ended up unearthing whatever apparel I could scrounge up from the trunk of the car and threw it over what I left the house in.

That’s Marcella with a megaphone. And the girl who gave us the 411 on Wynwood Walls.

As we started off, we got into the intimate details of Wynwood Walls. I officially know enough about them to give my own tour.

Example: This is from Shephard Fairey. He used his wife as the face for two of the pieces here. The work features statements about the way in which we are raping the environment. Fairey was thrilled to put his work here, because not only is Wynwood Walls’ graffiti legal, it’s also maintained.

We actually heard from the artist responsible for this piece. It’s my favorite of the Wynwood Walls.

A piece dedicated to the people lost on 9/11, as well as the artists on personal loss of family members and friends. This piece is written in its own language.

It’s amazing what people can do with spray paint. I can’t even draw stick people with a pencil.

Liza’s envy-inducing bike.

After the walls, we took to our wheels. Most of us saddled up on Deco Bikes, provided by the tour. Liza Walton, however, brought her own. Her picnic-basket bike of goodness is so rad I can’t even stand it.

And we’re off.

Someone on the four-hour tour brought a flask of vodka along, but I’m not mentioning any names. (And no, mom, it wasn’t me.)

Graffiti art is mostly a male-dominated sport. But this purple wall was made completely by women.

Me and bike.

For a brief moment, the sun came out, it got really hot and I slipped back into my shorts (a la Clark Kent in the phone booth). Five minutes later, the sun went back on holiday and I nearly froze to death the rest of the tour. (Read, wear lots of layers on bike tours in unpredictable February Miami weather).

My favorite shot of the day.

And there you have it, graffiti by bike. The art was awesome. Riding a bike was awesome.

The tour was awesome. What’s not awesome, however, is a new rule Miami is supposedly putting into place. According to people on the tour, the city will stop fining graffiti artists for tagging work. They will now fine the building owners, which forces the building owners to paint over the unwanted graffiti. This all came about because work commissioned during Basel is now being tagged over my unknown graffiti artist, who are most likely menaces with spray paint cans. It’s just ironic that some graffiti is dubbed acceptable, while some is considered a nuisance, considering that’s how all graffiti artists got their start. Right, Banksy.