Leilani Marie Labong
For the first installment in our Five Star Spirituality series (brainchild of 7x7 culture editor Brock Keeling), we head to the Mandarin Oriental San Francisco, which is the third tallest building in the city, making it a great place to view not just Fleet Week flybys and America’s Cup races (will we ever see those on our waters again?), but also to scan the windows of neighboring buildings for trysts (a pair of binocs in the room is practically a green light to practice voyeurism).
Founder, Laura Arrillaga-Andreessen Foundation / age 44
You've probably experienced this strange phenomenon: The second you’ve left the Bay Area’s boundaries, delectable eating becomes harder to come by, and exponentially so the farther away you venture.
When you grow up in a modernist Pac Heights loft that was once a Toyota garage, raised by parents who are bona fide creative forces—dad David Walker is an award-winning landscape architect; mom Sandra Enterline is an acclaimed jewelry designer—at some point you’re bound to reflect upon your life less ordinary.
As much as I dream about eating McDonald’s french fries or Taco Bell bean burritos, I am just as often waylaid with guilt for doing so. My metabolism ain’t what it used to be, after all. Not one to prescribe to fad diets (everyone I know on Atkins has really bad breath), I’ve taken a more wholesome approach to eating, one that’s quintessentially of-the-region.
In the summer of ’69, while the average red-blooded American male not soldiering in Vietnam was, as popular music tells us, playing a five-and-dime six-string and wooing a girl standing on her mama’s porch, Lee Brooks was experiencing his first LSD flashes.
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