Archive for the ‘san francisco’ Category

October 30, 2009

bg/ish: San Francisco’s People by Phillip Bloom

San Francisco’s People. Canon 5DmkII 24p from Philip Bloom on Vimeo.

seen @ laughing squid

October 27, 2009

bg/ish: “One Evening in San Francisco”

Fuck, I love this city…

One Evening in San Francisco from Delrious on Vimeo.

seen @ laughing squid

September 29, 2009

bg/ish: Folsom Street Fair 2009 (NSFW)

Alright. So I’m back early. Let’s get right to it.

I went with the lovely lz to pick up her brand new Canon Rebel XT1i on Sunday morning. We sat around killing time, watching The Aristocrats, waiting for the battery charger light to turn green… “Turn green damn you!”… and as soon as it did we were out the door. What better place to break in a brand new camera than the Folsom Street Fair… right? Hmmmmm

Well, regardless, we took a ton of pictures, and had a lot of fun. A bunch of our friends were at Medici, on 9th and Folsom, which is pretty much a regular hang out spot for us, so most of these pictures were taken in or around there. I tried to be selective about what to post here. I’ve attempted to include all of our friends, as well as a lot of the people and activities going on around us.

This gallery is in absolutely no way meant to be exploitive or degrading. It is also often NSFW. Please enjoy!

* All photos by & lz (Canon Rebel XT1i & Sony DSC-S500)

June 29, 2009

bg/ish: Critical Mass, San Francisco, June 26, 2009

Back in March of this year, I rode in my first Critical Mass here in San Francisco. Although it’s something I’d like to do every month, I only got around to riding it for a second time this last Friday. As usual, it was an entirely surreal, somewhat unique experience, and I only had to ditch my firm’s annual billiards party to ride in it. Of course, we rode right in front of Jillian’s, where the party was being held. Doh!

Not a lot to tell really, but I guess I can sum it up with this quick note. As we were gathering at Embarcaderro, an older gentlemen, clearly a tourist (seemingly from the South) came up to me and asked, “What do y’all got going on here?”

I replied, “Just a little bike ride.”

And I think that’s what I like most about Critical Mass. Despite all the dueling “bike cultures” and the hate from other cyclists we all seem to encounter here in the city, Critical Mass is the one time we all seem to be on the same page. Same agenda. United. Eh…

I can’t do an adequate job of describing the sights from Friday, but I strongly recommend this pretty amazing photoset on Flickr from Hal Bergman photography.

Your boy bg even shows his mug in the following shot… See?!?

April 14, 2009

bg/ish: Fine Dining

Some foods don’t necessarily sound like they go together. Chicken and waffles come to mind. But we all know what happens when you doubt “chicken & waffles”, Roscoe’s comes along to pwn your ASS son. You think, “I’m never eating chicken and waffles”, but you can’t help it, cuz the truth is dey run tings!

In light of that, my dinner last night was off the heezy, for sheezy, and it was cheesy, neezy…

March 31, 2009

bg/ish: Critical Mass

As I mentioned last week I rode in my first Critical Mass this last Friday evening. Held for nearly 17 years on the last Friday of every month here in San Francisco, I can only say that I wish I’d rode in every one of these since I’ve been here in SF. In no way had I anticipated how amazing it would feel to ride with hundreds of other riders in a show of protest, solidarity, and celebration.

I’ve seen estimates of Friday’s turnout at somewhere between 2500-3000 riders. My best guess was “at least a thousand, maybe a couple thousand”, but in all honesty when you’re in the midst of the sea of bicycles it’s really anybody’s guess.

There was a pervasive feeling of justification at completely taking over the very streets we battle everyday. On this day, shutting down the narrow streets of the Financial District was first on the agenda, the mass of bikes slowed to a walking crawl on several occasions. Looping around Union Square, we made a left turn and took over the Stockton Tunnel. Shortly after that, we took over the Broadway Tunnel, before making our way back to Market Street and into my boy the Mission.

We got some encouraging waves from bystanders, some puzzled looks from tourists, and some horns honked in our favor, but of course there were some middle fingers and nasty words exchanged. I didn’t see any of the incidents mentioned at SF Appeal, but I’m not surprised. There are always a few idiots who take things too far.

Friday March 27, 2009 Critical Mass from Cassidy Friedman on Vimeo.

I didn’t get any pictures that are worth a damn, but the video above is a nice little documentation of the event. There are also some nice snapshots here. Sadly, your boy bg does not make a cameo in any of them.

Critical Mass ended up being the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time. I really wish I could get this point across more eloquently, but the fact is I ended up seeing Midnite at the Independent last night and that ended up being one of the most ire, deep grooves I’ve been a part of in a long time! Yeah boy! Thanks to the resident GQ your boy was up in the VIP and err’thang.

I’ve got nothin’ left, and it’s only Tuesday…

March 5, 2009

bg/ish: Speaking of Deja Vu…

All this talk about Deja Vu lately has given me deja vu. weird.

Anyway, here’s a little Deja Vu love for those of you who might miss the best pizza this city has to offer.

March 5, 2009

bg/ish: Full Tilt

as seen at Deja Vu Pizza tonight…

March 3, 2009

bg/ish: Worth A Thousand Words

I recently retired my old BlackBerry Pearl and moved on to a 8310 Curve. Before tossing the phone into the nether regions, I made a point to grab all the photos off the device. I’ve been shooting crappy low res digital photos for years. Give me a 1.3 megapixel and let me go to work! That’s just my style.

It was nice going through these photos. I got that phone a week after I moved to San Francisco, so in a lot of ways looking back through those pics was a bit of a stroll down memory lane. Some good, some bad, none I would trade for anything.

At any rate, I wanted to post a few of my favs. Not a lot of exciting stuff here, but some pics that despite their low quality hold some special meaning for me. Enjoy.

Like Peas In A Pod

I snapped this shot about 2 weeks after moving to SF. Danielle and Lil Girl were pretty much all I knew. I walked into our room and saw them sleeping together and ended up with a photo that will long be a favorite of mine. It’s a little sad looking back on it now… eventually Chewie came along, Danielle and I broke up, she moved out…

This pic reminds me of a simpler time when things felt easy…

Lil’ Girl In Da Hood

I should just warn you now, get ready for more than a few dog pictures…

Clearly Lil Girl is 5 pounds of pure gangster. This shot always cracked me up, and looking back on it I’m reminded of the eye problem Lil Girl used to have. All that filthy discharge around her eyes is gone now, thanks to a healthy Jeffrey’s diet.

A Night Out With Jesse

About 3 months after I moved, I got a call from my good friend Jesse on a random Tuesday night. He was in town. He had driven up with some friends of him and we ended up hitting quite a few spots around the city. In one of the more cutty locales, I snapped this shot of Jesse having a smoke. I’ve always loved it, and it sums up that night in so many ways.

Along Came Chewbacca

Chewie came into my life on June 28, 2008, and immediately took to Lil Girl, emulating her, learning from her… even sleeping like her. Super cute. Ok… no more pictures of sleeping dogs…

Black President

Election night 2008 was huge here in San Francisco, and in many ways bittersweet. People took to the streets in celebration of Obama’s ascendancy to the Presidency. I was having drinks at a bar in the Mission, where this artist, seemingly pretty confident of the outcome, paid tribute to our Black President.

2 Nights Later…

…people took to the streets to protest the passing of Prop 8. See, bittersweet. I took this picture outside my front door, then walked up to the MUNI stop and got a glimpse of this very simple message that had been left behind.

Back To The Beginning

I took this shot in a cab one night, a week after I moved up here. Danielle always had a smile and a laugh that I found infectious, and even now I can’t help but smile when I look at this picture. It reminds me of why I moved up here in the first place.

It’s true, things haven’t worked out quite like any of us had hoped, but like I said, these memories, I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.

And so it goes…