“I remember this was being worked on back then. So it was surrounded scaffolding. And days after 9/11 it was just plastered in ‘Have You Seen Me’ fliers. I mean, covered. It was heart breaking. And the smell. It was just like death, everywhere.”
It’s a bustling Friday evening on Divisadero. As the sun sets and the light fades, the Western Addition’s main thoroughfare fills with hip kids out for food, drink and entertainment. Just south of Oak Street, away from the main hullabaloo, a small, blue-tiled storefront churns as folks buzz in and
The visually mesmerizing, and wind-driven kinetic sculptures dubbed Strandbeests ‘infest’ the Exploratorium
It’s a sweltering Sunday and bearded men in wool uniforms are sweating it out on the baseball diamond. The umpire wears a top hat and smokes a stogie. In the stands, spectators lounge under umbrellas, drinking beer and chatting. After a line drive is called foul, a cry comes
It’s Friday night and motorcycles are flocking to a small alleyway near 8th and Harrison. Lights are strung between brick buildings and a well-patina-ed Plymouth Special Deluxe is parked amongst the bikes. It’s the opening celebration for the “I Am This Motorcycle” art show which runs at Heron Arts until March fourth
A bright light shines from a loading dock on a dark, industrial street in the Bayview district….
Learn to blow glass, and then drink out of it
Organist Wil Blades’ Sunday Sessions offer a less crowded room and a more relaxed vibe. Well, relaxed unless you’re a jazz musician or aficionado. Then the organ-lead ensemble will keep you riveted and swinging