Beautiful Dead Things
The walls and shelves of Paxton Gate on Valencia are laden with dead things: rows of mounted heads, cases of skulls, hundreds of exotic insects behind glass....
The walls and shelves of Paxton Gate on Valencia are laden with dead things: rows of mounted heads, cases of skulls, hundreds of exotic insects behind glass....
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....
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....
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....
It has been said by a lot of people, myself included, that San Francisco is a city slowly losing its edge....