In the absence of street art I have turned to bike spotting. Quite a few of them are little pieces of art left in the street, so maybe it is not such a big leap. Often it is just a detail that catches my eye.
The flashy light.
Or the built-in box.
Vintage details are my favorite, but hand painted action is good too.
And sometimes, like today, you run into a bike that is just perfection, from texture to frame:
Rusty by design, that flawed perfection again.
Bordering on kinky.