As someone whose first – and one of very few – church experiences was a rural Mississippian Baptist revival, tongues-speaking and floor-writhings and all, I’m not one who habitually steps foot into a house of God. Tonight, though, I breathed deep and placed one foot in front of the other

    L.A. Fashion Week Are you fucking kidding me? High heels nylons.   Runway in a church Sapporo, God, don’t judge me Paparazzi fail.   Haute couture bullshit Celebrities and candy Occupy L.A.   Watch them go, so fast That model is too skinny Oops, did she just fall?!

Pop quiz:  What do you call the span of city along Market from Church to Octavia?  Well, now instead of referring to it as “where Safeway is,” you can call the microhood by its new nickname: Mint Slope.  You know, because of the Mint Building and stuff, NOT because we’re