Second Meaningful Discarded Object of 2011

Happy New Year!

[Photo by Zoë Banks]

First Meaningful Discarded Object of 2011

Happy New Year!

Previously:

Do-It-Yourself Yellow Journalism Machine

Shark Week

Where’s Ribity?

Judging by what little is left around the edges, this was a goody. It’s been a while since I saw a new Ribity in the flesh; sorry I missed this one.

NPR's Ira Glass Immortalized in Graffiti

Was it Glass himself whom scrawled this epic tag? Signs point to YES.

(What signs? Huh? NPR blows!)

[Photo by Male Awareness Day]

Puerto Allegre Expanding Into Bombay?

 

Reader tackyy noticed this telling notice in the window at Puerto Allegre this evening. Seems they’re expanding, and what with the Bombay Creamery space now vacant right next door, common sense says that’s a-where they’re going. Dang, what a mashup. If only. If only we could get fig ice cream cones with baskets of chips and pitchers of margs.

Thanks, tackyy!

Freeman's Sporting Club Coming to Valencia Street

The Denim Maven, one of our favorite tipsters, tells us NYC-based Freeman’s Sporting Club is about to open up its third shop, at 18th and Valencia in the space recently vacated by Amore Animal Supply. From the Freeman’s “about” page:

F.S.C. was established to pay tribute to the vanishing art of American handmade goods, the quality and durability inherent to something made by skilled artisans. These tenets form the foundation on which Freemans Sporting Club is built.

Based on 18th and 19th century sutleries, which were expeditionary general stores that offered the paramount essentials to settlers and soldiers. F.S.C. offers a roughly hewn yet refined reinterpretation of this bygone era, one in which a man’s garments were made to be both functional and long lasting.

Sounds like a good fit for a modernified frontier city like SF!

Note: When I first read “Freeman’s Sporting Club” in the subject of the D. Maven’s email, I was sooo hoping it had something to do with ping pong. Alas.

UPDATE: Jane dug up some better pics than the one above:

These are from their current Lookbook which seems to be based off of Mission Stereotypes. There are many more, but here’s ‘skater/tagger,’ ‘bike messenger’ and my personal favorite ‘yuppie DILF.’ LMAO. These folks already have the Jane seal of approval.

http://www.freemanssportingclub.com/sites/www.freemanssportingclub.com/files/images/TB_FSC_LOOKBOOK_1_0_5.preview.jpg

http://www.freemanssportingclub.com/sites/www.freemanssportingclub.com/files/images/TB_FSC_LOOKBOOK_10.preview.jpg

http://www.freemanssportingclub.com/sites/www.freemanssportingclub.com/files/image

Good work, Jane!

Trouble in Paradise

‘Tis the season, I suppose.

[Photo by Penelope Popsicle]

Old Boats

Whoa, the Hyde Street Pier looks pretty fun. Free entry, old boats, epic city views, respite from the shitshow that is the rest of the waterfront (because tourists don’t seem to care about historical maritime stuff so much I guess?). Let’s go!

[Photo by We Built This City]

Drunk Girls Get Off My Honda

Seriously! You’re all over it! There better not be rivets on your denim! What? Was that a dry heave? OMG get away from my ride!

P.S. Totally kidding. No way would I drive a Honda, or whatever that is.

Get a Room, You Two

Nothing major in the picture here, but she had been openly pawing the butt. Not the worst thing in the world, but there were some elderly folk on the platform that looked dismayed. And nothing bums me out like a dismayed old person.

Allan Hough

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Email: allanhough@gmail

Website: http://allanhough.bandcamp.com

Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission