Leilani Marie Labong
Such classic cinema as Out of Africa and Indiana Jones romanticized the image of rugged men toting well-worn luggage on breakneck adventures. Octovo, a new collection of leather travel accessories by San Francisco–based industrial design studio Ammunition, approaches the market from a calmer, but no less masculine, place.
Perhaps its my skepticism in the nebulous thing called the Universe—where all things that are meant to happen, happen—that leads me to seek more concrete knowledge of my uncertain future. As such, I’m always in the market for a good astrologer.
Spring's stoney design trend is so vein.
In the interests of full disclosure, I should tell you up front that while I’ve been an editor for a decade and a writer for as long as I can remember, I don’t like to read. I like to write and flip through magazines and watch television, but books have never quite captured me.
While Berkeley native Aaron Firestein, 28, claims that his college nickname, “Bucket,” was initially devoid of meaning (“My buddies just thought it would be funny to call me that,” he says), it was an unwittingly meaningful glimpse into his future. After a two-year post-grad stint in South America, Firestein moved to Chicago, where he began creating pumped-up kicks emblazoned with works commissioned from artists all over the world.
Marking the 15th anniversary of San Francisco–based Jeffers Design Group, interior designer Jay Jeffers is celebrating the launch of his new coffee table tome, Collected Cool (Rizzoli; debuting on March 18), featuring 18 residential projects that put his daringly dapper style on the map.
This article originally appeared on California Home + Design
Like any spice hunter worth her, um, salt, Olivia Dillan, proprietress of Spice Ace, a San Francisco mecca of all things flavor enhancing, expertly briefs customers on the characteristics of the 300 spices, peppers and dried herbs in her inventory—if only to prevent bodily harm.
In 2012, after months of experiencing what felt like “having a heart attack but several times a day,” Joy Venturini Bianchi, the bespectacled grande dame of San Francisco’s philanthropic circles and the longtime director of Helpers, a local charity dedicated to the care of the developmentally disabled, was diagnosed with a rare stage IV cancer, which had spread to her stomach and colon. The doctors projected that she had two weeks to live.
On the day of our interview, Ken Fulk texts me before jumping into his black Maserati: “I’m on my way. Sorry I’m late!” He’s rushing from a photo shoot for which he’s dressed in a magician’s get-up, complete with vintage tuxedo tails and a stick-on handlebar mustache.
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