Ever since I came of age to travel and have friends that traveled, the common denominator of all post-travel bragging sessions with those that returned from San Francisco was the following statement:
"You. You would love it there."
I"m not one to absorb hype to this magnitude and still be impressed, but impressed I was. This place has all the eccentricity of NYC (my favorite part), plus technicolor houses, quiet beaches, and an insane past few decades. I could complain about none of these things.
While I traipsed around the city, spotting Looks in all shapes and sizes, the boys are who really caught my attention. Maybe it was the West Coast breeze, but their confidence in whatever they clothed themselves in was extremely apparent to my naked, sometimes even unfocused, eye.
Found this gentleman managing to make the clothes that were falling off of him fit perfectly (an art all thrifters strive to master). (Shout out to my photo-bombing friends creepin in back:)
I almost missed this winner in my haze of finding unexpected gems at the Goodwill of Haight-Ashbury, but escape he did not. I still regret not copping an non-consensual feel of the fabric of this god of a coat.
Down the street from the Dead's old haunts, this character was silently claiming his corner, not waiting for anyone or anything, just existing. As intimidating as his seemed on his corner, neck tattoos and all, I tore myself away for snapping endless pictures of 710 Ashbury to request his cooperation. I took his grunt as consent to take his picture....not that he helped out by moving in any way...
Long story, short, although it may be too late for that.....I shall return to this mystical land. Ladies, I'll make sure blast your styles next time.