Three near poster sized black and whites, morphing into a black wall in Prahran, immortalise the lone rider, then re-contextualising the cyclist as breakaway man versus car highway hero, and then, urbane commuter. There was something more than appealing in this grainy, near elegiac set, that seems to take the wheat paste into the realm of mirrors and hyperbole. The tag inset, takes a quasi kind of punt on things satirically self-referential, or maybe just comments on ubiquity,