The never-ending appeal of the bike as a glamour shoot prop and suggestion of health, fitness and wholesomeness.

The never-ending appeal of the bike as a glamour shoot prop and suggestion of health, fitness and wholesomeness.
In which introspective, personal studies of human frailty and despair are turned into vacuously bouncy dancefloor bangers, metal misfires and saccharine pop show tunes.
A brief history of scurrilously irreligious modern art.
Whoever would’ve thought it? Some pop and rock stars are shameless exhibitionists. Here’s the photographic evidence.