Super kooky bass player and Primus member Les Claypool played a funky solo set at the Warfield Friday, June 29. Claypool, a Bay Area native, donned a Pinocchio-esque prosthetic nose during the show. Modern folksters Two Gallants opened the bill.
What's "hot"? A pitcher with a killer arm, tech wizards bringing Wi-Fi to the world or a gender-bending performance artist? One thing's for sure: Everyone below is under 40 and has a sense of self that belies their years. We're just lucky enough to benefit from it.
Photography by Anön.
It may come as a surprise that classically trained cellist Zoë Keating has 1,029,679 (and counting) subscribers on Twitter and is listed among the top 120 suggested Twitterers to follow—right up there with Martha Stewart, 50 Cent and Britney Spears. With a genre-bending sound she creates by playing a French cello that’s layered and looped using a foot-pedal-controlled MacBook, it’s no wonder this former software engineer turned one-woman orchestra attracts a diverse audience as intrigued by the arts as they are by technology.
It’s well documented (at least on my show) that your single brothers and sisters in New York, Los Angeles and every other major American city (where lots of single people abound) think that THEY live in the worst dating town ever.
But casual sex, my friends, is definitely on the rise.
To clarify: casual sex, hooking up, etc., refers to “sexual activity outside the context of a romantic relationship, consisting of a range of informal sexual encounters.” This according to Wikipedia’s explanation.
Photography by John Lee.
Photography by Bryan Davis.
Next time you’re on a desert island and can send out an SOS via email, you might want to thank Meraki. The SF-based company, launched in 2006 by three former MIT grad students, has since brought affordable wireless Internet service to more 140 countries, from places such as Cape Horn on the tip of South America to SF’s City Hall. They’ve even been responsible for making sure movie stars have Wi-Fi connections while on sets as remote as Tropic Thunder’s, which was filmed in the rain forest of Kauai.
Photography by John Lee.
Mention to Rafael Mandelman that some of his supporters have favorably compared him to Harvey Milk—who initially won the hearts and minds of the Castro community with a pooper-scooper law—and the charismatic lawyer-cum-politician dismisses the comment with a wave of his hand. “That is so sweet,” he says. “That’s too much. He was a lot funnier and a lot smarter.” Smarter? This coming from a Yale grad who went on to get both a law degree from Boalt and a master’s in public policy from Harvard’s JFK School of Government.
Photography by Anön.
Call Rachael Mann and Mackenzie Burdick’s designs “trashy” and they’ll likely take it as a compliment. After all, the sisters behind the new San Francisco jewelry line Litter go to great lengths to unearth the heaps of vintage, recycled and discarded metal bits and chains that they use to handcraft their funky accessories. “We started out making weird things just for ourselves like headpieces made from nuts and bolts and other junkyard finds,” recalls Burdick, who lives in Cow Hollow, right by the Litter office. When friends took notice, they decided to do a local jewelry show where their headpieces sold out, inspiring them to sell their work on Etsy and eventually launch their own e-tail site.
Photography by Mike Powell.
Phenom Giants pitcher Tim Lincecum hardly needs any introduction—even people who don’t really follow baseball know about that kid and his arm. Since joining the team in 2006—an acquisition the Giants made with the lure of a $2 million signing bonus—the slight, baby-faced Lincecum has won the Cy Young Award (only the second Giants pitcher to do so; the win inspired the name of his French bulldog, Cy) and aided in the team’s first real shot at the championship since Barry Bonds’ heyday.
I know I should be recovering from a hangover after party-ing BIGTIME with the stars of fanfest. However, I wanted to share my account of a night at the drive-in.
The drive-in cinema is the only place where the two greatest icons of the 20th century, the car and the motion picture, come together. Under dark skies and night stars, you get to enjoy a movie in the comfort of your car. WOW.
There were no drive-ins where I grew up in the U.K. A chilly winter night at a drive-in in Britain? I don’t think so.
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