One of the things I enjoy about urban space is the way words collide. Sometimes they engage in smart conversation, sometimes they overlap in strange harmonies, sometimes they shout simultaneously and dissolve into the general noise.
Here it looks like Osker is reacting to the graphic energy of Gusti. One’s rough, one’s polished; one tilts forward and the other leans back. It may just be an artful coincidence, but it’s collisions like this one that make walking through the city so invigorating.
TORONTO TYPE 
January 5, 2010 at 4:01 pm
The scale on this threw me . For a while I thought them the size of car plates.Nice to be showen the simple pleasures of life,though I suspect you feel for the snow capped get away first.