If you stay as long as I have in San Francisco, you realize the Castro scene is quite the sport. When a tourist comes to town, everyone here is relieved to meet someone ambivalent to the drama.
So there I was haplessly glued to my camera’s viewfinder, taking photos of it all, mumbling dreadful things about the Castro (yet again). But for the second time in a week, I spotted Samuel, who is visiting from France.
We first met at Folsom where he let me take a Polaroid. And then again at the Castro Street Fair. Throughout the entire day, we were continuously bumping into each other, eyeing each other, talking to each other. Like 3-5 times in 2 hours!
The conversation shifted from a pleasant hello to exchanging contact information to what we do for work. By the end there was a “we must be in touch”.
“I’m glad we met and ran into each other all day long,” he told me in a message after the event. “Here is a picture of my dick with a padlock. I was about to put it on when you asked to take a Polaroid. Feel free to use it as well if you like.”
As dramatic as the Castro seems, there is unbelievable beauty even if it’s just here for the weekend.
Kissing Strangers at Dore Alley
The time I get with someone in a big bustling city like San Francisco is always so fleeting. So find someone you care about and never let them go.
Flame Skimmer Dragonfly with Broken Wings
A male flame skimmer (Libellula saturata) usually feeds on moths, flies, ants, or any other soft-bodied insect while waiting perched on a thick blade of grass, twig, rock or while flying through the air.
The Invisible Man and the Masque of Blackness
"The Invisible Man and the Masque of Blackness," an exhibition of sculptures by Zak Ové, is on display at Civic Center Plaza.
Do People Enjoy Getting Married?
Weddings at City Hall in San Francisco are fascinating to watch as the bride and groom make their way to the final steps. Is it love or just a process?
Are We So Caught in Our Phones We No Longer See Each Other?
Everyone is diligently preoccupied with their cellphones, including me. But how many beautiful things do we miss by constantly checking our phones?