By Carolyn McCoy Pink is the new black: I base this non-scientific proclamation on the popularity of that rosy color that now seems to be popping up like roses all through our society thanks to popularity of the Barbie movie. Lines outside of theaters for this feminist blockbuster have showcased

Lil’ Schatzie lived on top of the Deli counter for many years, smiling and greeting customers daily. Her bloody apron covered her pink sparkly evening gown, and with her white silky meat-stained evening gloves, she held that knife of hers up proud and high, even though she had a chunk ‘o Headcheese dangling from her stiletto heel below. No one noticed the tiny tear trickling down her cheek.

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

(WARNING: SPOILER ALERT) I’ve always been a fan of Christopher Nolan. I love Memento, I love the Batman Trilogy, and I found Inception to be a legitimately creative big budget film, which, you already know, is a rarity. So when I saw those dramatic photos of Cillian Murphy that popped

BY DAVID COPPIN LANEGAN I clung to the back of a moped, my brother driving. It was about a year ago, and we twisted through the wind in Golden Gate Park, in search of Cassava and a movie. You would be lucky to eat at such an outstanding restaurant before

“Barbie is the… non-religious Jesus.” – pretty strong words coming from one clearly devout Barbie follower, artist Charlotte Davis. You can hear this, along with lots of other exuberant commentary, in a video on the website for an extraordinary show displaying Barbie and Ken like you’ve never seen them before.Today

Screenprinting, fermenting, hot-gluing, oh my! This month is like a DIY lover’s entry to Oz, a land where everything is more colorful because of spraypaint, mosaic tiles, and vintage fabric. Did you read that NY Times article about how we can’t grow up and get “real” jobs? Well, I don’t

It’s very rare in this day and age that the stars align perfectly to create a beautiful compilation of art, debauchery, and ladies of the night. Luckily for us, there’s a spot in this wonderful city that offers all three on a regular basis. Doc’s Clock is an eclectic dive