Mission Mission

At Benders.

Status Frustration just published this infrared photo of our favorite place on earth. I’m not exactly sure what infrared is, but I think it has something to do with robots or spy planes or robot spy planes, so I’m down. It looks even better large, so do blow it up.

As you may know Justin Beck has a thing about taking pictures of people in front of street art. This time he captures the cutest disaster ever.

(on Justin’s Flickr)

Or is this a new experimental form of LASIK surgery?

Cellybrain is a Flickr account that a bunch of people text rad photos to on a regular basis. It’s all cellphone photos, and it’s some of the best stuff on the internet.

And now you can get it in print. It’s a best-of compilation basically, so you run the risk of missing out on some choice B-sides or whatever. But definitely check it out.

And it tastes like coffin water.

It’s not quite Gozar-weird, but this great shot by MM reader Jesse proves that the Sunset isn’t the only neighborhood with epic, well, sunsets.

He already told us the spot from which it was taken.  Can you figure it out?

[Photo]  (Thanks Jesse!)

Previously:

These Sunsets

You just have to show up.

Getting too close at Benders.

I heard mention of this the other night, but could not find photo confirmation until this moment.

Do blow this dramatic image up, and likewise these other doozies by photographer Jeremy Stewart.

Julie Michelle’s awesome project I Live Here: SF gets put where it belongs tonight, in a gallery*. As you probably know, she’s been photographing various people around San Francisco, telling their stories visually, and then letting them tell their own stories in words.

It sounds like she’s been working her tuchus off at nearby Dickerman Prints to make sure all the prints are just right. Come by SOMArts (934 Brannan St.) tonight between 6 and 9pm to see Julie in person. Artist’s talk is at 6:15, so you may want to go straight from work.

Our fearless leader, Allan, by Julie.

Our previous coverage includes Allan, Armand, Brittney, Beth, Plug 1 (Troy) and me.

*That’s right. Torn off the internet and put up on gallery walls, where important stuff goes. Oh, you think your little tweets belong on the walls of the Louvre? Nope. They belong in the garbage. Sorry, but it had to be said. Tweet that.