Pretty in Pink
My introduction to Lolita culture happened about 10 years ago. One of my Japantown rituals was to spend an hour flipping through all the pricey, cutting-edge Japanese fashion mags that I couldn’t afford at Kinokuniya Stationery....
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Bookmobile
When I was a tweenager, the library was pretty much the greatest place on earth....
Fungus Amongus
Mycological Society of San Francisco member Curt Haney warned, pointing at the grass — without looking himself — where a still-fresh dog turd lay in waiting....
Time Warp
I’ve long been convinced that if only I had been a decade older and could have, dosed up on acid and ecstasy and dolled up in club kid attire, danced till dawn to Deee-lite at one of the many parties that dotted this city in the pre-dot com era, I could have died a happy man....
Games People Play
Spoiler alert! Don’t read this backstory unless you want to find out the results of the first leg of the game....
House of Mirrors
If your heart was set on finding a mansion, it might take more than a white rabbit to lead you to the Chenery House....
Last Manju Standing
Sometimes a TV show theme song best sums up a situation. When a friend of mine got caught smoking at boarding school, her punishment included writing a letter to her parents about the incident....
Drag Races
In The Devil Wears Prada “Runway” magazine art director Nigel describes fashion as “greater than art because you live your life in it.” I couldn’t agree more....
My Chemical Romance
I didn’t consider myself a perfume kind of woman. Although I’ve tried wearing fragrances over the years, I’ve never felt comfortable enough to incorporate it into my daily routine....
San Francisco’s Best Photobooths
There’s something magical about a photo booth. And it’s not just that there’s a miniature dark room hidden behind the wall, or that someone has to care enough to measure and change the chemicals in the ancient machine....
Tasty, Nasty Bits
I can always count on my friend Nevin when I’m in the mood for some adventurous dining....
Grizzly Man
I’d always wondered what it would be like to run my fingers down a hairy chest to a big, furry belly, and then back up and around to wide angel wing-shaped bristly traps and down a bushy lower back....