Only luck and good will has kept me in the Mission at this point. Every time I’m threatened with deportation to Oakland, or out of the Bay Area entirely, the freak-out at leaving the easy way Spanish in the streets mixes with boho grumblings is tempered with knowing that #infiveyearsthisllallbegoneanyway
I’ll move to the boho chic pods of Mexico City, or New Orleans, or Fruitvale, but for real people, the transition is harder. The Latino culture of the Mission will survive even when its neighborhood has been eroded of all the practical stores and sub-$9 tacos, but it’s diffusing.
So basically… this is the Street Seen shoot I’m most proud of and that makes me the most sad. I hope whoever inherits this neighborhood finds cute things to put in it that rival Silvia Ferrusquia’s jewel box of a store — that we packed with BDSM porn makeup artists, queer nightlife divas, and our models’ mamas, grandmamas, and sisters who all worked behind the scenes to make this shoot.
My Swedish dream team babe fam Little Jinder made a music video of her new single “Whatever Forever” that gives an accurate portrayal of the ectasy that is getting lost in DJ Pjotr’s beard « TAKE NOTES »
I’m sorry to do this, but see I’m talking to a roomful of college journos on Saturday and I want to make sure this is updated. Here we go. Lately I’ve been…
- Writing hella cover stories. One on pioneer capoeira teachers, One on buying 2,500 Twitter followers (yes I did) for $26 (you would too.) The day the latter came out, the lil’ birdy stripped me of them all. Twitter, you owe me $26.
- Interviewing mycologists. This piece, on a newly classified ‘shroom that lives in abundance in Golden Gate Park, became one of the most shared posts EVER on the Guardian website, proving that stoners read. Or at least, share things on Facebook.
- Infiltrating dirty dens of cops. Attending an anti-graffiti convention in San Francisco would have been funny, had it not been terrifying.
- Going fangirl on queer hip-hop.
- Kicking up evermore feminist ire.
But enough about me…
Stephan Keszler <**@ipxlu.com>
Dec 20 (2 days ago)
to Cecilia, Nicole, me
I read your article.
If our events would be as boring as your article, we would not attract tens of thousands art lovers to enjoy our Banksy walls.
Stephan Keszler <**@ipxlu.com>
Dec 20 (2 days ago)
to Nicole, me, Cecilia
I was reading it in my bathtub and almost felt asleep again, dangerous.
My month-old style column Street Seen’s on the cover of the Guardian this week — a photoshoot we did with one of my favorite nightlife photographers Shot in the City, styled by clubkid voguemaskmessgenius Dick Van Dick of Arcam. The models were some of the most gorgeous people I know in San Francisco and we got pieces from shops around the city to integrate with quality vintage finds.
Anyway, the looks were fresh, and I doubt you’ll have seen stuff like this in any other free alt weekly. Fashion journalism is really coming around to me as a way to share information, or impart a feeling.
“I ask her what Bay Area style means to her. She doesn’t have a lot to say about color palette, designer influences, or silhouettes.”
— Amanda Rae of Collage Clothing Boutique, Oakland —
Sometimes, you have to do things that scare you. Even face inflatable dolphins in bars — thanks for the pic Shot in the City
I try to steer away from politics because I don’t think its a healthy lifestyle. But against my better judgement, sometimes they get to me. Such was my state after yet another progressive SF politician got in trouble for sexist behavior — and more to the point, people publicly dismissed the outrage it caused as part of a “heightened sensitivity,” a twerk in the political climate, a fad.
Such assertions compelled me to write this editorial for SFBG about getting called an escort at the SF Democrats’ election night party, back when I was a 23-year old intern at the Guardian. That’s a long-ass fad, I said. Make young women feel systematically ill at ease in your boy’s club, I said, and they’ll leave it and your club will suck. And lose elections.
The angertorial, as I’ve come to think of it, made me realize why people don’t come forward when they are the brunt of discrimination. Because no matter how much you believe in your story, no matter how much your community lines up behind you (thank you, community!), bigots get NASTY when they get called out. Like, call you an ignorant <c-word> in mass emails nasty. Btw, thanks for proving my point even better than I did, you sad, old man.
I guess this is what you call a defining moment. I doubt (I hope) it’s not the last thing that I write that makes wrongdoers mad, but I’m really glad that now it’s time to work frantically on my new style column and SFBG holiday guide. Much love to my brothers and sisters fighting the good fight, but the whole debacle is just more proof in my mind that the world’s real changemakers can’t be found in elected office.
<Pink hair flip>