I’m walking through Harvard Square this morning when I see this lone scuba flipper on the brick sidewalk. Huh? Who loses a giant flipper? And what’s it doing in the city? It’s like finding a desk at the beach.
The flipper was baby blue, but I love how this photo, “Flipper Noir,” makes the accessory seem sinister (a comment someone posted to the photographer). It’s such a sleek portrayal, so unlike the clumsy feeling of wearing them.