By Margo Moritz
Wherever you’ve lived, you’ve probably always owned a light jacket. Once you live in San Francisco long enough, though, you realize that you’ve never quite needed a light jacket the way you need one here. (Jenna Maroney does a good job of coldly summing up exactly how deep and swift that need becomes upon moving to the Bay.)
Beyond your ever-growing arsenal of sleeves, there is a short list of essential items required for living in San Francisco. It’s not about fashion, really; it’s more a pragmatic reaction to the topography, climate, and crazy-frequent costume events that inform how we fill the closets and corners of our precious spaces.
It’s funny, though, even after checking off every essential on the list, SF is also a city where you can leave the house with nothing on at all (nudity ban be damned!). There’s nothing that says you’re not in Middle America anymore like seeing butt cheeks 10 steps ahead of you at 11:30 in the morning.
To illustrate the “bare essentials” of SF, here is a group of San Franciscans posing with one of those items and nothing else.
Special thanks to Salle Pianos for lending us the perfect space to get naked in.
