The inimical Johnny Eckó in the house. A great explosion of surrealistic whimsy on one hand and scary street drama on the other. They are both in motion, he’s approaching fast (great use of motion blur). But the weird three-pronged implement/weapon in his hand stands out in stark relief against the blurry, shifting background and is pointed right at her. The tiny newspaper men in the background watch the bicycle girl pedal by.
Amid all the implied rushing and hurry, the clock-face floats motionless in mid-air, as particulate elements of the scene coalesce into one frozen tableau vivant.