The Georgia Straight reviews my friend Lincoln Clarkes’ new book of photography, Cyclists, and in these winsome sentences catches a long-lasting, even governing theme of the artist’s aesthetic:

“Be assured that nobody fat, old, or ugly made it into this book, nor anyone dowdily dressed or badly coiffed. In fact, the majority of the women and men represented here don’t trouble their good looks with anything as unflattering as a bicycle helmet. Even the scraped, bruised, and pressure-bandaged guy on page 137—a guy who looks like a professional bicycle courier—eschews a helmet. He’s got great cheekbones, though. For now.”

I love basically all of Lincoln’s work. He is a tenacious artist. He’s got his preferences … and he’s sticking to ’em. (You should try that as an artist.)