the City

--T H E  C I T Y--

Living in the Bay Area for a while now I've learned that everyone has a different way of referring to San Francisco. For example, locals say its only Kiwis, Canadians, and other out-of-town wannabes that refer to it as San Fran: "we don't go to your town and call it Chicag, Jasp, or Vancouv."

I personally think 'Frisco' is weaksauce--but most of the dudes who call it Frisco are dudes I wouldn't mess with [Samuel L. Jackson would for sure call it Frisco!!].

Many refer to it as SF and some go as far as, City by the Bay or City by the Golden Gate.  But I think the most groovy of all is: The City. Now, you're sitting there thinking, 'everyone calls their city "the city" as in, "hey, wanna go to the city?"'  But that's where you'd be wrong.  See, people in SF might say that, but it would be more like, "hey, wanna go to 't h e  C i t y' ?" It's crucial to note the mellowness demonstrated by the lowercase font and spacing--this is to communicate confidence, loyalty, attitude and swagger.

I got an excellent taste of this loyalty when visiting a bagel shop in t h e  C i t y. As the lady taking my order rang up the total, a staff person walked by and shocked me with this sculpture of the Golden Gate Bridge. I asked if I could take his picture, and he laughed and said yes. And now we can all take a moment to ponder and appreciate life, liberty, and the pursuit of making delicious toasted bagel sandwiches.

*he also let me shoot the side profile of the spiraling vine chinstrap. solid.

ruffaluffagus

Recently, a friend convinced me to peruse a Forever 21 megastore during a San Francisco city cruise. I agreed--on the condition that she share with me her running color commentary [look it up, its a sports term] on different clothing items and accessories she noticed along the 7 mile walk through the 8 different floors of this downtown 5-star shopping shebang.

Midway through the 6th floor (or was it the 4th?) a sharp jab to the back of my ribs alerted me to the reality of the incredibleness she had noticed---that I had so carelessly walked past. Looking back as sneakily as possible, I was able to catch a glimpse of what's been pseudo-affectionately dubbed: "ruffaluffagus". You're going to have to zoom in 2x or 3x... because from a distance these bad boys look just like any other pair of brown pants.  Butt up close its a different story.

As the store was packed with patrons, it was difficult to get a pic, but after a little scheming and some noteworthy acting, we pulled off a mediocre photo of the first public splash of ruffles for the end-of-summer-beginning-of-fall season.

On the ruffles scale, this woman has achieved a solid 9 or a 10.  Rumor on the street is that ruffles have also been sighted on the racks at H&M .... I'm looking forward to this fall, but a part of me is wondering what exactly we are in for?

What?

Are?

We?

In?

For?

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