I was fortunate enough to spend the past two weeks in London and Paris. Here are my sweeping generalizations about London and Paris and most likely unfair comparisons between them and our city by the bay. Take 'em or leave 'em.
"No!" I said when my husband proposed that we move to San Francisco. I loved New York, and like most New Yorkers thought that no other city could match my own. But finally, we packed up and moved.
San Francisco is a tough town for live music because there's just so damn much of it. Between the top-tier touring acts selling out huge venues and your best friend's cousin's band you've been guilted into seeing three times despite their being terrible, sorting through the chaos of the city's live music scene to find a happy middle ground is no easy task. This column is an attempt to solve that problem for you. We're going to take it one week at a time.
Overwhelmed by high rents and the stressful pace, I sometimes wonder why I stay here. Then I unexpectedly uncover a San Francisco treasure.
Fraction Magazine's David Bram's taste isn't for the obvious, and the images he's curated rarely display traditionally seductive or eye-catching gimmickry.
From a distance, the works included in Kurt Schwitters: Color and Collage at the Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive possess the austere look of any work of "high art."
Stuffed and Unstrung would seem to be a born of the same zeitgeist that brought us Avenue Q; our desire to titter at the incongruity of naughty and innocent.
Let's say you're in a band. The band is doing pretty well, but you have a problem -- all your band's songs are too stylistically divergent to cohere into something you think will take you to the next level. What do you do?
Since opening in June, co-owners and bakers Katrina Svoboda, Anna Derivi-Castellanos and Lenore Estrada have struggled to keep up with demand for their homemade pies, the flavors of which change weekly.
San Francisco is a tough town for live music because there's just so damn much of it. Between the top-tier touring acts and your best friend's cousin's band, sorting through the chaos of the city's live music scene is no easy task.
I've partnered with my favorite local cafe Farm:Table to cook dinner for eight -- for the person that best answers this question: What is the best SF night out for dinner & drinks?
It's a common complaint among the creative class in World Class Cities, but here's the deal, I sometimes think there might be something there. Why is SF so indifferent to music?