Mission Mission

I don’t want to get all political, but this captures the Mission experience just about right, right?

Photo by nomadjim.

One thing that I noticed right away about the hipsters in Tijuana was that their style was a few years behind that of San Francisco hipsters, who themselves are a few years behind New York hipsters (this is a good thing).  LA hipsters are not included because they never know what the fuck they’re doing anyway.

Hoping to buck the trend, this one is carrying around a unicycle.  The new fixie, anyone?  I feel like it’s been tried before.

Previously:

Hipsters Live in the Mission

Costco Hipster

Hipsters Don’t Deliver

Hipster Pizza

The Modern San Franciscan Has Real Boobs and Lives in the Mission

Photographer Helena Price snapped this gem on Valentine’s Day, but waited until yesterday to publish it, probably because she needed six weeks to recover from the crippling rush of witnessing this epic scene in the flesh. So what happened? Did the little tyke conquer post-apocalyptic Western Europe or what?

Also, now we can say without a doubt that that mystery machine parked in the median out front of Zeitgeist a couple years ago was this guy’s WAR CHARIOT.

WAR CHARIOT!!

Previously:

Crash Helmet

Sad Vader Gives Me The Finger

Even if the peak of an Easter storm successfully forced the Hunky Jesus extravaganza indoors and away from Dolores Park, it wasn’t able to deter a different legion of fanatics from competing in their own brand of Big Wheel craziness.

The fervent downpour made for hazardous conditions and the wind was turning umbrellas inside out, but that just helped keep things interesting on one of the steepest blocks in the City at 2oth and Vermont in Potrero.  Hundreds of adults threw caution and common sense to the wind as they barreled down the windy street in their plastic jalopies, and the results weren’t always pretty.  But I think that was the point.

Also, the guy riding the recycling bin definitely has the right idea.

(via Sangroncito)

15 minutes of this:

Then:

Aw man, did I just spoil it?

Part of Revolution Cafe’s MAPP art installation last night.

Hey guys, I know your bummed about the weather, but these guys play some killer gypsy jazz that should warm you right up. Gonzalo Bergara Quartet are from LA and they absolutely killed at Revolution Cafe last night. They play a mix of Django Reinhardt tunes and original compositions. They SHRED. I doubt you’ll be seeing virtuosic guitar or clarinet playing like this for a while. See the video for proof:

Also, Gonzalo hella looks like Jesus. I don’t know if  he’ll be among the other Jesii today at the competition, but I think he would definitely have a shot at taking the crown (of thorns).

Blue Six Acoustic Room, 24th and Treat, 8:30pm, $10 suggested donation

Kevin Smith must’ve bored him to death with some kind of fat rights tirade.

Photo by potential_past.

The kids in Shibuya dress ca-ray-zay!!!! Do we need to try a little harder?

Photo by Brad Elterman.

One of my favorite photographers is this dude Jaime Martínez who takes a lot of low-res 3D pics and turns them into mesmerizing GIF animations. A couple weeks ago, Jaime attended MtyMx, a sort of anti-SXSW in Monterrey, and he’s been posting rad pictures ever since, including this shot of a Monterrey band called Mockinpott.

Mockinpott rules. They have kind of a Lost Sounds thing going on, and their label is giving away free digital downloads of all their records! Happy Easter!

Previously:

MM@SXSW