On a rainy Thursday night in San Francisco, I slapped on a sportscoat, drank 2 pints of Maui Waui IPA, and swallowed 1 g of dried, psychedelic mushrooms. 

A review of Swan Lake written in bird puns. You didn’t ask for it, but you’re welcome.

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

It’s called Magrittomania, and it’s a ballet inspired by the surrealist Belgian painter Magritte, whose work is complex, metaphysical, and meant to unlock different perspectives in its viewers.  The Ballet inspired by his work somehow, quite ingeniously, accomplishes this too.

There was a strong tingle of anticipation in the War Memorial Opera house on opening night. After two years without the pitter pater of ballerinas, without twirling tutus, and rippling Russian violins, The San Francisco Ballet was back performing live, and the excitement was palpable. 

SF Ballet’s Opening Night was the perfect excuse to borrow my most fashionable friend’s outfit and soak in the culture of dance and the eye candy of all the stunning attendees of all ages.  The night began with a cocktail reception and dinner by McCalls Catering & Events at San Francisco City Hall, followed by a one-night-only performance at the War Memorial Opera House.