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I came to Outside Lands tired. I left with a better soundtrack

Friday started loud and stayed loud, courtesy of Destroy Boys and Mannequin Pussy. My neck is still mad, but my inner teen feels vindicated....

I saw more abs than at a Castro gym and more Jesus puns than a church marquee....

Even as San Francisco evolves, the scent of Boudin’s signature loaves fills the air....

San Francisco’s holiest night of hedonism landed at Grace Cathedral on March 4th. Yes, I came to fundraise — no, I did not skip the photobooth....

For one afternoon, Ocean Beach became a gallery for raked masterpieces in San Francisco — then the waves took it all away....

A place where a Michelin-star chef works next to a hot dog stand, and where you drop $20 on juice before heading to a free circus show....

Feminism can take many forms; This one does it in pointe shoes....

Let’s go for a ride along car-free JFK to the salty Ocean Beach....

From the moment the show starts at SF Oasis, it feels like stepping into the early ’90s — but with a sharper, campier edge....

From a glowing dragon to Mayor Lurie’s rallying words, SF Symphony gave me another Lunar New Year filled with elegance and community....

Come for dim sum, get lost in an alley, or sip tea for hours. In a city that moves fast, SF’s Chinatown invites you to take your time....

After attending a capsule collection at Gap headquarters on Feb. 13, Posen dashed across town for an entirely different debut for SF Ballet....