A weave in the night

On nights like this, I really, really, really wish iPhone had a flash. Spotted at Tucker Boulevard and Convention Plaza.

Weaves or giant eyelashes?

Foot shown for scale.

Spotted by Alert Reader Seth on Washington Avenue downtown.

Girl, you lost all your hair

Unless you're a drag queen who's schlepping around a whole mess of wigs, how do you manage to lose a whole head of hair?

Some mysteries will never be solved, I suppose.

Here's a little something from Alert Reader Tyson, spotted for a few days near Shaw Boulevard and Thurman Avenue.

Indy weave

It's time once again for some love from outside the St. Louis area. Alert Reader Jake shares this sighting from Indianapolis:

This tumble weave was spotted outside the hotel on Monument Circle in Indianapolis, Indiana. We figured somebodies snatch back flew out the window during a bout of adult entertainment.

Dog-walking weave

My walks to and from work are typically pretty reliable sources for weaves. But when I veer off my usual path, I definitely find new material for this site.

A few weeks ago, an extra-long dog walk produced this, at 17th and Market streets.

Shop 'n Weave

Losing your weave on the ground is completely understandable. But how on earth does it end up on the shelf alongside E&J brandy at the supermarket? How? I demand to know.

My dear friend Brian (a very Alert Reader) shared this find from Shop 'N Save in Gravois Plaza.

Kidney center patient and weave parking only

Thanks, Alert Reader Who Wishes to Remain Anonymous!

QT really does have it all

I've always referred to QuikTrip as the Target of convenience stores. I mean, they really do have everything (including the World's Greatest Hot Dogs), and the shopping experience there is generally more than pleasant.

But weaves really detract from the swank factor. Alert Reader Robb spotted this recently at a QT on South Kingshighway.

St. LouIS ... weaves?

Please enjoy one of the Best Things Ever from Alert Readers Brad and Doug, who share a recent find from the Interstate 70 overpass downtown:

In and of itself, nothing particularly special — mundane, dark brown. Typical urban detritus and foliage caught in its tendrils, yaddah yaddah. 

However, I realized that in context (well, to an art historian), I was looking at Romanticism incarnate: the pathos of the abandoned hair all but at the foot of the Gateway Arch. The contrast of the meek and the grandiose; the ephemeral in the face of the permanent. I was standing before the "Raft of the Medusa" of the lost weave genre, and knew that I could only capture the full significance of Doug's find in a Monet-esque series. 

Photo 1 takes us close in, an intimate study of the apparently insignificant weave a la Byron's "Ode to a Blade of Grass." 

Then, however, I started to pull back. Photo 2 begins to contextualize my new fake, forlorn follicular friend — the grays of the concrete, the little circles on the pedestrian pad contrasted with the angles of those retarded new bricks in the walkways ... stains, treads, tar, gum all joining the weave in a feeble chorus of abandonment. 

Photo 3 introduces depth, the rush of perspective, contrasting colors, our first hint of nature (I'm assuming this isn't real hair), and most importantly, a hint of radiance implying nature's promise of renewal. Excuse me, but is this Eugene DELACROIX's lost weave?!?!? 

Finally, in photo 4, the sad, brunette orphan full on in the face of the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial — its one leg towering past the upper edge of the picture, a magnolia tree exploding in its April splendor, the shadow of the Hyatt Regency vying for control of the scene with the sunshine, the concrete bollards standing vigil against our anti-hero's intrusion, and the slightest blur taking the background to an ethereal realm that dwarfs the weave utterly. 

An "over-read"? Perhaps. Still, I felt compelled to share.

Chameleon weave

Often, rogue weaves cleverly alter themselves to blend in with their surroundings, and it requires a keen eye to spot them. Kudos to Alert Reader Sean for sniffing out this one.

Weave cleanup on aisle 5

It's always a little disconcerting to find clumps of hair at the supermarket. Alert Reader David shares this find from the Schnucks at Natural Bridge Road and Union Boulevard.