Project East Bay

Vom

2009-03-30T15:28:00.000-07:00

What the eff is this. What are we coming to as a species. What is wrong with us. I can't blame everything on global warming, you know. I need Tylenol after seeing this.

"True" Fact

2009-03-30T15:23:00.000-07:00

I'm about to ruin your whole day, kids. Have you heard? Spandau Ballet has announced a reunion tour. That means the song “True” is now going to be stuck in my (and your) head all goddamn day.

Ever since I found out this unfortunate news, I’ve had the “ahhh ah ah ahhhhh” line boring its way through my skull. NOTHING WILL MAKE IT STOP.

Cause Célèbre

2009-03-24T09:02:00.000-07:00

There they are, those free-living starlets, one an actress, the other a singer, and both of dubious talent. In fact, the long-stemmed vixen who greets you at the door is one Paris Hilton, whose only discernible gift seems to be an ability to draw photographers like so many moths to a flame. But when you visit Bar on Church this Wednesday, you'll see the likenesses of Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, and the aforementioned hotel heiress out in force throughout one helluva dizzy (and ditzy) evening. Infamy is as good as fame, it would seem these days. And the deliriously delish drinks named after each celebutante will call to mind their more notorious characteristics and activities. So we say go with the flow, bathe yourself in vicarious FAME, and live like a star at its glimmering zenith (before it hurtles down to earth in a heap of dust).

To attend FAME–and bask in all the fretfulness, debauchery, and raw hope that you're accustomed to on, say, a night of birthday bingeing–is to love it. Well, maybe lust for it.

Bar on Church is as louche and licentious as ever, but with each weekly iteration, it also feels more and more like a warm blanket. It's kind of reminiscent of the Kit Kat Club from "Cabaret" when that kinky Weimar Broadway show slinked its way into a refurbished Studio 54 in New York. Here in San Francisco, the atmospherics will certainly be decadent enough on Wednesday night: Live (almost) nude girls! Live (almost) nude boys! Drag queens! Go-go dancers! Oh my! But the place also feels, well, inviting.

Credit Greg Willis, the young Energy 92.7 FM radiohead who cooked up FAME in the first place. He (along with miss Hilton) coaxes you down the red carpet and down the rabbit hole...where the wild things run rampant. Willis is an ideal Pan-like guide–and that's not just because of his slightly elfin ears and cherubic looks. He knows his way around a club, and directs the festivities with ease. Meet him. Introduce yourself. He's an up-and-coming gatekeeper to the SF/EB's percolating club scene.

Translation: You'll all dance (tomorrow's DJ is Jim Hopkins); you'll all drink (cheaply, too–free rail bevs and specialty cocktails under $10); and you'll all wake up the next morning, kohl-eyed and smiling like you've got a secret to tell. We'll tell it for you: GO TO BAR ON CHURCH WEDNESDAY NIGHT.

Leave your troubles outside. At FAME, life is beautiful.

To RSVP for the VIP open bar, from 9-10pm, email flavorsyoucrave@aol.com. There's no cover (in more ways than one) and the party doesn't end till 2 a.m. And to put you in the mood:

Gone Fishin'

2009-03-13T15:57:00.000-07:00

Dearest readers,

I will be taking a short commercial break from the mag this week. My nine-to-five requires it. Forgiveness, please.

In the not too distant, though, look out for a feature on the one new night spot you should make room in the middle of the week for (just DVR "No Reservations," hokay?), and exclusive interviews with San Francisco luxury designer Bacca da Silva, "Top Chef" contestant Jamie Lauren, and many more hep cats. Just know that I love you all and will be spot-blogging my adventures (unrelated to the SF/EB, but still relevant to the university of me). Basically, I'm going to keep the journal as I embark on the great whateveritis, to keep track of my own progress and to have “someone” to talk to who isn’t a pigeon or a bartender.

I hope you’ll follow me as I go. And I hope all my posts won’t be “woke up, drank tea, watched Fenriz documentary, hit head on keyboard, sat in Central Park, had an absinthe, had another absinkdkwlnzzzzzzzzz...”

XOXO,
PEB

The Last Supper, Revisited

2009-03-10T21:55:00.000-07:00

at (the former) Hero Arts Rubber Stamps Inc. Warehouse

It's as if Andy Warhol had a premonition: During the final year of his life, he devoted himself obsessively to creating works after Leonardo da Vinci's famed mural "The Last Supper." It would turn out to be Warhol's last great series, as he died in early 1987, soon after a selection of these works premiered at an exhibition. Warhol was attracted to Leonardo's masterwork because, as he explained in a final interview, "It's a good picture. It's something that you see all the time. You don't think about it."

In his hands, "The Last Supper" could imply a critique of the commodification of a religious image, stand as a veneration of the celebrity-like status of the painting, or even offer a Pop celebration of Warhol's own religious faith.

On Friday night, tucked away in a warehouse in sleepy Emeryville, The Silver Factory came to life again–if only for an evening–when dead ringers for Warhol, Bob Dylan, Edie Sedgwick, Ultra Violet, and other superstars of the era converged to summon the ghosts of Pop Art past. They lounged on a replica of the Warhol's famous red couch before the glut of attendees packed the joint to beyond capacity. If you missed the image, take my word for it, this was a last supper moment indeed.

The full-scale re-creation included an open space covered floor to ceiling with tin foil and silver paint, bands performing the music of the Velvet Underground, and silk screeners popping art out by the gross.

The night was organized, and featured art, by employees at alternative weekly East Bay Express, Amoeba Music, and art collective Off Space, in cooperation with the de Young Museum.

4,000 guests attended the free event (the optional $10 food and drinks ticket was a steal: Limitless artisanal wines, microbrews, and an assortment of amuse-bouches from top local eateries). More than 100 artists were featured in the labyrinth of galleries. Film, photography, painting, collage and sculpture were on display, as was a neon-scrawled room given a psychedelic twist under black-lights.

Particularly fascinating were Billy Sprague's fleshy, organ-like murals, which should remind anyone familiar with contemporary installation art of Mark Dean Veca's famed works at the Yerba Buena Center and at London's Bloomberg Space.

1343 Powell St., Emeryville; 11 a.m.-2 p.m. through Saturday; amoeba.com.

Forbes Interviews Barbie...Seriously

2009-03-08T21:11:00.000-07:00

To commemorate her 50th birthday, Forbes Magazine interviewed Barbie last week. You read that right. Sort of. One of the most widely read business magazines conducted a tete a tete with America's most famous 12 inch-tall blond bombshell, through her reps (read: the answers were provided by press peeps at Mattel). I'm not sure if this is technically journalism, but it's easily the most painstaking interview the magazine has featured in quite some time. For example, Barbie's "responses" are rendered in pink font, which is a first for the magazine–not even Forbes editor-in-chief and publisher Steve Forbes has appeared in anything other than standard black print. Want to take a li'l gander? Well, here ya go!

Forbes: You're the most popular doll in the world. How do you keep it real?

Barbie: At the end of the day my best friends are little girls, so, truthfully, they help me keep it real. On any given day they take me on all sorts of imaginative adventures–from a princess to a president, movie star to mermaid, fashionista to fairy–so I really can't take myself that seriously. You've had 108 different careers. Which was the most satisfying? I am a big believer in dreaming big and inspiring girls that they can do anything they set their minds to. Being an astronaut in 1965 was very satisfying because–for one, traveling to space was, literally, out of this world–and, secondly, I went to space before any other American woman astronaut, so that's something I'm very proud of. I'm also very proud of all my philanthropic work–from UNICEF Ambassador (1989) to Candy Stripe Volunteer (1964).

Are you currently dating anyone?

I'm just too busy for boyfriends or marriage these days. Right now, I'm concentrating on my careers and projects...this year alone I'll be starring in two new made-for-DVD movies, trying out a few new careers like a SeaWorld Trainer and planning all my 50th birthday bashes around the world. It's a busy year!

Has your Barbie Dream House been affected by the real estate crash?

Luckily Malibu is a pretty stable market...and my Malibu Dream House just had a fabulous re-design by my good friend Jonathan Adler. The house turned out so amazing that Jonathan and I decided to collaborate on a line of real home décor pieces called Jonathan Adler Loves Barbie so people can have a little bit of Barbie style to create their very own Dream House! The collection comes out this fall.

Seems a little...product placementy, don'tchathink?

I'm not complaining about the content, exactly. (And Jonathan Adler, if you're reading, I'm currently in the market for a new apartment–pimp my pad!) But I am a bit confused about the fact that the Forbes editors are running content of a commercial nature where they usually run real interviews, with real business moguls (read: living people who are not made of epoxy and polymer). Sure, I run advertorial stuff, but PEB is a fashion and style magazine, not an unbiased business periodical. Plus, I kind of find the interview...charming. So no letters accusing hypocrisy!

So it's officially happened, possums: It's a Barbie world. Life in plastic; it's fantastic!

Designers, Designers Everywhere

2009-03-05T22:13:00.000-08:00

I know, I know...MORE events with cheap bevs and pretty things? But I'm just one person! you say? Well, possums, take your inspiration from DvF and multitask! Set your sights far and wide, drink plenty of water, and voyage on. There should be no fashion show too late, no dj set too loud, no drink too inexpensive (seriously, they're free in most places this weekend). Saturday brings 50 local designers and 5 top-shelf spin doctors, courtesy of Chillin’ Productions and Minna Gallery. Check out new designs by Maxwell Loren Hollyoke-Hirsch, Zacgart Rossman, Alyana Udensen, Matthew Palladino, Cody Cochrane, James Blagden. And be prepared to scour the trunks for treasure.

111 Minna Gallery, San Francisco; Saturday, March 7; 8 p.m.-2 a.m. (21+ID, $7).

Friend of PEB (she's practically a sister at this point), Lorraine (and her blog, too!) tipped me to this shindog on Sunday. She writes,

"It all started with some beers, a backyard and a bunch of D.I.Y.-minded peeps at Still Life Clothing co-owner Kelly Malone’s Mission abode. Now Indie Mart is a big ‘ole happening with 40+ indie vendors, live music and a legion of fans. But don’t worry, the super-casj atmosphere, cupcakes and edge you came to know and love are all still in effect."

So finish brunch (nurse your hangover) and head over to the Independent on Divisadero. There will be 40 vendors opening shop and a BBQ. (Which is basically like doing a rain dance, except this version invokes the sun–bring on the Spring!) Also, they have cupcakes. Yes, those dainty islands of delicious. And instead of coffee, let djs Primo, Triceradops, and ALLCAPS percolate your shopping spree.

The $2 suggested donation goes to San Francisco Women Against Rape. After this weekend, take the night off and get some much-needed r&r. You'll have earned it, sugar!

628 Divisadero, San Francisco; Sunday, March 8; 11 a.m.- 5 p.m. (Take the 24 Divisadero, 5 Fulton, or 21 Hayes; 21+ID).

Look Cute, Fight Cancer

2009-03-05T08:31:00.000-08:00

Who knows when Breast Cancer Awareness Month is? If you didn't raise your hand, the reason should be because EVERY month should be Breast Cancer Awareness Month. (It's October, bee tee double-you, as Blair Waldorf would say.)

To encourage awareness–and, more important, support–all year round, Marc Jacobs and Bloomingdale's have teamed up to present this darlin' "Cure" t-shirt. It features the designer's signature character, Miss Marc, clad in a Fight Like a Girl tank and armed with red boxing gloves. She aims to KO the disease, and so should you.

Why this is cool: Fifty percent of the tee's sales go to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. If donating to a righteous cause means needing a little bit of fashion as incentive, then two-mints-in-one, I say. My mother and sister will each have one before the week is out (or, better still, before Bloomie's runs out).

845 Market Street, San Francisco; www.bloomingdales.com; 415-856-5300

Just Hanging Around

2009-03-05T08:17:00.000-08:00

Via inside.dvf.com

Yes, it's contrived, but Diane von Furstenberg's "impromptu" photo-op is a moment of zen I had to share with you.

She can find her chi AND multitask–that's what makes this woman a survivor. Still love those AmEx commercials that depict her communing with nature the most.

I wonder who she's calling.

"Hello, Anna? Is your refrigerator running? Then you'd better go catch it!"

*click*

Exclusive: White Elephant Sale

2009-03-04T10:10:00.000-08:00

Click PEB's exclusive pictures during the slide show for information and descriptions

A seemingly tireless woman in a red cap operates the delivery station with a kind of wizardry. She ushers a car filled with invited guests through the enormous warehouse gates, appraises a pretty ceramic cup and saucer set, and offers guidance to three volunteers, without taking a breath.

“It gets busy around here,” she tells me. “But I love this time of the year.”

She does have a Santa Claus-like aura of good tidings and goodwill about her. Mary Perry Smith ought to be familiar with the operations of the Oakland Museum's primary fund raiser, the White Elephant Sale–she's been serving on its committee, in some capacity, since 1969. Smith is wearing a sweater with the phrase, “Nifty at Fifty” printed across the front. “I remember when we first started the sale, and it’s only gotten better since then. I remember so many people and wonderful things that have come through these doors.” Now she’s running the show.

Project East Bay was invited to meet with Smith and the sale's 2009 co-founders Deborah Callahan Smith and Dena Canty and preview the thousands of items on sale this Saturday and Sunday. I got to take more than 100 photos of what's in store for March's legendary rummage sale (Northern California's biggest).

Every stick of furniture and all merchandise, new and used, is donated by hundreds of supporters each year, and stored in a massive waterfront warehouse, which has served as the White Elephant Sale's home for the last 12 years.

“I’m totally invested in this,” Smith gushed. “I mean, we all are. Take a look around. There are so many volunteers here, all of them with the same goals in mind. There is literally someone for every job, from sorting, distributing, cleaning, pricing—everything.”

Smith noted the positive impact this sale has made on the local culture scene.

“Personally, I know very little about art,” she said. “My interest is in community. If we can help different ethnic groups become exposed to this kind of project, to art, and get people from all backgrounds involved, we’ve helped build bridges within our community.”

Smith's dedication to enriching culture in peoples' lives began with a chance (one could say forcefully volunteered) stint helping the Oakland Museum Women’s Board in the late 60s.

"I remember when I first started. Well, actually, my husband volunteered me. And I loved it. I joined the board, then became the chair. But knowing that this, that our efforts, since I've been here, all benefits the Oakland Museum, that it all goes to them, that's what keeps me so inspired to continue, and to do more."

Like a mother hen, Smith floats around the warehouse six days a week, from the beginning of January through the sale in March. It isn't simply a meticulously curated emporium, she said. There are scads of people keeping the chaos of "rummage" in control. In the summertime, trucks are scheduled to make new deliveries. Over the course of the year, various departments start to get involved, to prepare for the next year’s sale. More than 1,000 volunteers and workers contribute to the sale each year.

“You know, someone had to polish and price every one of these buttons. That’s our attention to detail,” she said with a proud smile. “Everything here has been carefully collected and made salable. We polish the furniture and the silver, we wash the dishes, we launder the clothes, we vacuum the rugs. Everything is in beautiful condition.”

In 1960, the Oakland Museum's Women's Board founded the sale to raise money for art programs and exhibitions. To date, the board has donated more than $14 million to the museum.

“The Oakland Museum is really a model for the country," said Smith. "Our tax dollars built it. It was the first to have Indian powwows inside a museum, well before the Smithsonian did it. It was the first to feature Asian American writers in exhibition, the first to have a folk festival. That we can help make more programs like those possible is what inspires us every day.”

There are 17 departments filled with a cavalcade of clothes, household items (some traditional, some unique), sewing machines and paraphernalia, and art. Volunteers file in each spring and autumn to show support and lend a hand (or a sofa, or a bicycle). It's a major commitment. I met with several who have manned the WES from the beginning, and others who are celebrating their first year on staff. They offered me a tour of maybe the biggest selection of floor models ever.

In the art gallery, you'll find a series of impressionistic paintings scattered among photos of Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh and Paul Newman (which is autographed, so snatch it up quickly). One oil work resting in the corner features a rather quixotic knight errant whose nobility and honor will immediately bring to mind Cervantes' famous windmill-tilter. And next to it, a still life of a fruit cornucopia suggests the paintings of 19th century trompe l'oeil artists like James Peale. In addition, I don't remember the last time I saw such an abundance of "happy trees" in attendance at the same time.

There are trays upon trays of buttons, all arrayed like bins of candy waiting to be scooped. In one glass case, a collection of quirky pins is arranged like a Godiva display. Bone china, leaded and crystal-cut glassware, and fondue pots (there's even a beer-making set) greet visitors like an assortment of tiny hosts. Wading among the various candelabras, serving ware, and table fixtures, I couldn't help but be reminded of the "Be Our Guest" scene from "Beauty and the Beast."

Rolls of rugs (some Persian, some Chinese) are buttressed by rows of chairs and sofas. A couple pieces resemble Philadelphia Chippendale, and a settee set will instantly bring to mind Marie Antoinette. Curios, bureaus, cheese tables, and vanities form an army at the center of the warehouse. With styles from rattan to Bel Air ultra-modern to continental contemporary, and prices ranging from $80-800, it seems fitting to say that there will be something for everybody.

When you hit the clothes racks, look for hidden gems. I spotted several Halston suits, Christian Dior jackets, and Escada evening wear for the women, and a peerless assortment of tweed and herringbone blazers for the men. No shortage of natty ties and knotty pipes, either.

But also in great supply is the sense that the White Elephant Sale is about more than just inexpensive, lovingly used wares and wears. To simply embrace the get-great-stuff-cheaply element (for which an argument can be made–it is a recession after all, and that should prevent me from owning my own ice cream maker?) is to forget the history, and future, for the Oakland Museum's legacy in the SF/EB. Purchases made here are not simply bags full of inexpensive tchotchkes. They ensure that art and science will be able to flourish in Oakland, and that the surrounding peoples will be granted access.

“I’m amazed by the women who founded this sale," beamed Mary Perry Smith. "I’m proud to be one of the women who keeps it going strong. This is what we do."

333 Lancaster St., on the Oakland Estuary, one-half mile from Fruitvale BART; 10 a.m.-4 p.m. Sat. and 10 a.m.-4 p.m. Sun.; 510-536-6800.

Be a Gallerina: First Thursday and Friday

2009-03-03T17:00:00.000-08:00

Courtesy Xanadu Gallery

It's that time of the month again. You know what I'm talking about. Art time! What did you think I was referring to?

The first week of the month means San Francisco and Oakland gear up for their art crawls, which feature (like I have to tell most of you) local and (in)famous artists, street vendors and musicians, and very inexpensive winter warmers.

First there's Thursday...You'll find most of the galleries on the storefronts of Geary, Post and Sutter. I recommend Christopher-Clark Fine Art, Russeck, Weinstein, Pasquale Iannetti and Meyerovich, which currently have works by oldies but goodies on display (Picasso, Renoir, Matisse, Chagall, Rembrandt, Warhol, Lichtenstein, and Dali–I hear these fellas may be big someday). Martin Lawrence (no, not that Martin Lawrence) boasts the largest collection of Chagall paintings for sale in the world, in addition to a stunning collection of Keith Harings and Andy Warhols. They're for sale, too, but window shopping is free. Weinstein boasts an assortment of incredible sculptures, among them, the most Rodin originals this side of Stanford University's quad.

On the local front, Bay Area artists are the featured players at the galleries at 49 Geary and 77 Geary. On Sutter, mosey over to Hang Art and Hang Annex; each sells work by emerging local talent. They say art is an investment. The prices at Hang are recession-friendly, and encourage the idea of collecting. And as I said before, free wine and snacks will be waiting.

Love the Rolling Stones? Love paintings? The San Francisco Art Exchange invites you to sneak a peek at Ron Wood's paintings and drawings. On backup vox, there's Alberto Vargas and 20 more rock and roll photographers with visual skills to demonstrate. Pump up the volume here.

The Xanadu gallery is a exceptional destination if, for no other reason, it's located inside San Francisco's only Frank Lloyd Wright-designed building. (I know, we have only ONE?) If you' re familiar with the Guggenheim, you'll appreciate the facade and lobby space alone.

Now on to Friday...Talk about an embarrassment of riches to behold. Where do I begin?

Marina Vendrell Renaut's "Flaming Furbelows"

How about at the beginning (a very nice place to start). Oakland Art Murmur is back in action, and looks to be chock-full of wonderful new work. This coalition of art and cultural venues is basically a den of talented artists who open up the floodgates to their little kingdom to one and all. Side street bodegas abound. As do one-night only art installations.

The space at 21 Grand features Collaborative Collage: Daniel Healy and Damon Smith, which looks to be a patchwork of mixed media marvels.

Front Gallery is always known for its paintings and photographs by artists who invest personal, as well as sociopolitical awareness into their medium. This is a can't-miss stop.

If you're a texture person (like I am), Johansson Projects is prime real estate for works you just. Want. To. Touch. This month's featured exhibition is called "Flaming Furbelows," which carries the torch (no pun intended) for promoting art you can see and feel. Johansson Projects is something of a curatorial laboratory, and "Flaming Furbelows" is an extension of that exploratory endeavor. From inside fleshy mounds of fur and yarn, Marina Vendrell Renaut's soft sculptures emit eerie music-box squeals. Her wooly Frankenstein's monsters are fashioned out of discarded mink stoles and stuffed with yarn balls. It's like a petting zoo from hell. Kate Eric's "Bug Wars" are also revealing pieces, rendered in diorama form. Fantastical insects wage battle across landscapes of post-apocalyptic glee and Dr. Seussian wonderment. It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world, indeed.

Feeling crafty? Step into Rock Paper Scissors collective, to witness the esprit du cour among local artists and community curators (volunteers) who work to strengthen the culture in the SF/EB and encourage sustainable practices and alternative models. It's a real meeting of the minds kind of place, and PEB will have an exclusive interview with Chelsea Fadda, who leads the joint's Artslab and Craft Nights every other Thursday.

Photo published by permission, Amoeba Music

And then, of course, there's more Warhol than you thought there was in these here parts. Sponsored by Amoeba records, East Bay Express, OFFSpace, and my pals at the de Young Museum, the Third Annual Amoeba Art Show is bringing an all Andy-inspired evening to an Emeryville factory (natch) space. Look for live painting, film, musical performances, and performace art. Because it's an Amoeba joint, sophisticated film buffs' cups will runneth over: There will be a screening of "13 Most Beautiful...Songs for Andy Warhol's Screen Tests." And like the de Young's recent Andy Warhol suaree, there will be cover bands galore. Nihilist Outlook & Grace features members of The Sandwitches, The Beat Cops, Barbarasteele, and The Sexx Act; and the Exploding Plastic Amoeba features the Berkeley store's Marc Weinstein on drums. (Look for event coverage next week–ed.)

It's a free event, which is always nice. But, I encourage you to bring a can of Campbell's soup for the Alameda County Food Bank. Sure, it enters you in a contest to win museum passes, original art, local restaurant gift certificates, Amoeba gift certificates, and more–but it also will ensure that someone in need gets a meal.

Now that's art from the heart. See you at the galleries!

Event Report: Diesel:U:Music Happy Hour(s)

2009-03-03T09:57:00.000-08:00

at Diesel

Diesel/Cornerstone Promotions

Last Wednesday through Friday, the riff raff was out in force. Between racks of graphic print sweatshirts and motorcycle jeans, the good people at Diesel packed a dj turntable and mixing bay, a makeshift stage for five bands (Girls, Birdmonster, Loch Lomond, and Ra Ra Riot), a full-length bar (and three bartenders), and a deep-dish pizza buffet. The place teemed with the hep cat crowd: skinny pants paired with fedoras; belted shift dresses draped over leggings and boots; plain white tees boasted ironed-on irony.

It was certainly a see-and-be-seen atmosphere. This appealed to the masses in general; dissenters were few. (They were easily spotted as a few nattily dressed gents who had clearly come in from the cold and from a hard day working in the financial district—don’t cavil, they were tired and needed a stiff drink.) In spite of the sardine can-like space—is there a maximum capacity for a clothing store, by the way?—this happy hour proved to be just that.

After all, the drinks (Stoli! Fancy fruit-infused vodkas! A Budweiser brew that tried to hazard something resembling flavor!) were FREE. The bartenders were generous and exceptionally accommodating (they even made a special concoction for my companion–she wasn't sure what it was, but felt confident the extra ingredient was “love”). My pal Stu and I edged our way to the front of the line a number of times, between the gangly and the gorgeous, to satiate our thirst. Welcomed with open arms.

It was pleasantly surprising to discover that this crowd was not simply in attendence to inhale a few gratis cocktails (there was an online RSVP that was put into fullest effect on Friday–you weren't on the list, you weren't getting in). When the bands performed, people listened. And why not? Girls bopped, Birdmonster rollicked, Loch Lomond entranced, and Ra Ra Riot quaked the heavens with their orchestrated sound.

Diesel/Cornerstone Promotions

On to the clothes!

First it's worth noting (it's really worth hiring an airplane sky writer to announce) that prices have been staggeringly slashed: 30-70% off! Next I'm happy to report that the designs have a much sharper concentration than in seasons past. Diesel’s aesthetic can fall between the cracks when big name brands like American Apparel and Urban Outfitters cart out their seasonal hipster uniforms. But a number of the menswear pieces have distinction, including a charcoal cable knit sweater and razor-sharp gray button downs that resemble Helmut Lang’s current pret a porter line. One difference, of course, is that these garments are priced to move. And move they did. Ra Ra Riot's members swung through their set with verve, and in full costume (Diesel streetwear).

Black puffy jackets have a slender cut that keeps them well away from Costanza territory. Also, for the spring and fall, there's an impressive range of women's cardigans and pullovers, in funky colors and cuts, that require little more than a t-shirt and tight jeans to look tailored. I also loved belts that boasted subtle, well-finished buckles and details, rather than just the brand logo.

Co-hosted by the wonderful magazine The Fader, this series of happy hours did more than just ply San Franciscans with free booze and music. It felt more like a high-school dance from the 60s, the sort during which a live band played, kids mixed and mingled, and a wholesome good time was signed; sealed; delivered.

Artist Profile: noa-

2009-03-01T14:58:00.000-08:00

The collection of art on view at the Shoe Biz concept store on Haight is orchestrated to emphasize texture as much as color, and offers something of a novelty: rhythm. Noa- is a San Francisco-based painter, penciller, and clothing-embellisher whose crunchy arrangements of form and perspective–even on flat surfaces like sketch paper–are arrayed with almost musical clarity. You can catch them adorning the Shoe Biz walls through March 28th.

His art often reveals some of the fuss and filigree of Victorian wallpaper when seen from across a room. Look closer, though, and his motifs expand to reveal graphic, organic images, from tree creatures, to skulls, to symbols resembling various joints and organs. Swatches of Jackson Pollack-like spatters, rendered in rustic reds and calculated onyx, combine the traditions of painted Japanese screens with the cutting edge of a skateboard graffito.

Some works by the artist look floral from afar, but with further inspection of the ink-toned paintings, corporeal forms appear in between paint drips. Born in Oregon in 1982, but raised in Shizuoka, Japan, noa- seeks new avenues of expression in an attempt to connect people in modern times. To do so, he paints on, well, everything. What better way to unite us with his message than by marking our various everyday media, from t-shirts and shoes on our bodies, to canvases and murals on gallery walls.

I interviewed noa- prior to his exhibition opening on Saturday, where he also gave a "live painting" demonstration for four hours before the party even began. Dj Nisus presided over Saturday's proceedings, which gave a layer of audible physicality to the organic musicality of the art. Together, they mixed tack and tact like a couple of jazz pros riffing off one-another. Noa- is a local talent who deserves to be seen and heard.

Name: noa-

Age: 26

Occupation: Painter.

Hometown: San Francisco. (He's Japanese, grew up in Oregon, and now lives and works in the Mission.)

Must-have item at all times: My glasses.

Signature drink: All.

Finish the sentence: When not working, you can find me. . .
. . .at my house.

Favorite local locales?
China beach.

Favorite neighborhood in the SF/EB?
There are so many places. I cannot decide!

Any insider tips, being a local?
Surreality in reality. Check out the website here: www.sir-sf.com/.

What got you interested in painting in the first place?
Blank paper and pencils.

As you answer these questions, what Web sites are open in your browser?
www.noa-ark.com!

What was your very first work tht you painted, stood back to look at it, and decided, "This is who I am and what I am supposed to do?"

A lot of the work is pen and ink, detail-oriented, line work. The paintings and prints reflect that same attention to detail.

What got you interested in transferring your art to clothing and shoes?
Because our lives should be surrounded with more art and more creations.

Where do you seek out inspiration?
In my entire life and in nature.

Your work is incredibly graphic and detailed. Some of it has a dreamy look and some almost a nightmarish one. How do you refresh or cleanse your palate?
I find that in smoking.

ShoeBiz, 1420 Haight Street, San Francisco; Monday-Saturday, 11:00 a.m.-7:00 p.m. Sundays open until 6:00 p.m; shoebizsf.com; 415-861-3797. A REMINDER TO ALL PEB READERS: PRESENT THIS FLYER THROUGH MARCH 28TH TO RECEIVE A 15% DISCOUNT AT THIS SHOE BIZ LOCATION!

(All images are exclusively granted to Project East Bay and posted with permission from the artist. They are not to be used for commercial purposes.)

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Event Report: Noise Pop Opening Night

2009-02-25T10:46:00.000-08:00

at Mezzanine

How do you kick-off a week-long music festival serving San Franciscans indie rock gumbo?

"I don't know about you, but there are two things in this world that I care most about: noise and pop," Bradford Cox declared before a phalanx of gushing Deerhunter fans, packed elbow-to-elbow at Mezzanine Tuesday night.

That's how.

Deerhunter is a band of outsiders with a front-man who seems desperate to achieve It Boy status. Cox is a fascinating character study. On the one hand, he’s notorious for his confrontational (and dress-wearing) behavior at shows. The last time he and his mates were in San Francisco, for example, he reprimanded his drummer and fellow guitarist–for all the world to see during, and between, songs. I refrain from mentioning their names because Cox’s stage presence is negligent, discomfiting, and yet self-consciously endearing; he’d much rather gawkily blab about himself than create an esprit du cour on stage..he's just SO AWKWARD, you know? The band responds aptly: whereas Cox plays like a fever dream, the other hunters are practically asleep during performance. It works. Regardless of chemistry, what sweet music these fellas do make.

On Tuesday, Deerhunter tunneled and burrowed into the shapes and color formations of sound. Echoing some of Cox’s musical touchstones, from the Breeders, to Sonic Youth, to Krautrock, to Radiohead (and a touch of Stereolab for good measure), the rousing structures of melodies and counter-melodies bent and swelled, with hairpin rhythm changes. I don’t have to tell you that Cox chooses to emulate this music–he’ll tell you himself on the band’s blog.

Since their album Cryptograms in 2007, Deerhunter has been harboring attention for their dreamy, asymmetrical shoegaze stylings. That was before Cox knew how to warm up (in his way) to a crowd. By the time 2008's Microcastle was released, his mark was indelible. This performance was no exception.

Before the opening warbly strums of "Hazel St.," Cox preened, "This song is for Harvey Milk." That oughtta get the home crowd cheering. When he suggested he might start removing his clothes during the performance, he got an even more vociferous reaction (the lead singer of opening act Lilofee, who also threatened a striptease, was less enthusiastically received–more on them later).

On "Never Stops" the vulpine Cox crescendoed into what could very possibly be considered an aria: "I had dreams/That frightened me awake/I happened to escape/But my escape/Would never come." Feelings of beautiful isolation and glamorous despair–made sonic–washed over a crowd undulating like moths around a candle. Also exciting about the songs chosen for this show (with nearly obsessive compulsion) was the vaporous, mottled feedback layering under synths and white noise. Cox has a wispy voice that hangs and drags on the downbeat, which gave the psychedelic digital effects an ideal dance partner. It was pretty when it was supposed to be; it was atonal when it needed to be. Cast under a halo of smoke embellished by seizure-inducing strobes, the experience was–dare I say–ethereal.

But that’s not all. Deerhunter’s reverb-heavy, ambient post-punk, droppin’-acid-like-dippin’-dots noise rock, got a 60s-era roll.

One newer song, "Famous Last Words," took with general ease among the if-it’s-popular-I-don’t-like-it holdouts, and (worse) the if-it-gets-more-mainstream-I-won’t-like-it kids. Cox and co. have an affinity for girl-group pop and 80s guitar rock, so they performed such new work with requisite bounce and catchiness. You can’t have shadows without light, Deerhunter suggests. I heartily agree.

Oh, and that was Moses Archuleta on drums, Josh Fauver on bass, and Whitney Petty and Lockett Pundt on guitars. If Cox isn’t going to introduce them to us, I’ll do it for him–gladly. He and his (not so) merry men are welcome at our table any time they feel the urge to pop into town. Just wake them up when they get here.

You've got to give it to San Francisco band Lilofee for showing up in the first place. Under the Noise Pop gonfalon (read: FREE BEER AND FREE DEERHUNTER PERFORMANCE), lead singer Kimi Recor and band mates Rob Easson, Dan Aquino, and Cyrus Etemad put on a show–a damned good one. Recor fawned over the crowd, perhaps too much so. She belted, she bleated, she bullied her way around an auditorium no larger than a high school gymnasium, to get the attention of people who attended Mezzanine for a different reason entirely. (See previous comment about the gratis libations and headliner.)

So what–let’s see. Lilofee’s oeuvre (such that it is at this early stage in the duo’s career) covers industrial beats, power-pop, New Wave, turn of this century electro, and 80s glam rock. So you can see why Recor performs with the gusto of a bull in a china shop. In fact, an argument could be made that she and her band were the most alive performers of the night.

“I feel like I should be in a hair band,” she pealed between stomps and shouts. Eventually, she shed her tights and tossed them into the crowd. Thanks, but no thanks. Just play. People will listen.

And so it went. Noise Pop glittered, buzzed, and hurtled—and that was just opening night. Talk about a gregarious host: lucky early RSVPers gained early entry and were plied with the aforementioned complimentary booze, in addition to Argentinian Hot Pockets (aka empanadas) courtesy of ¡Venga! Empanadas, made-to-order silkscreen t-shirts, and skateboards.

Check out the rest of the festival here. Catch a show!

Music, Drinks, Clothes...and Pizza

2009-02-23T15:08:00.000-08:00

This week marks a grand time for style across the spectrum. First there's Banana Republic's City Sounds Tour. Look for store-wide discounts, live music from violin prodigy David Garrett, refreshments, and swag bags. For added measure, there'll be a Benefit Cosmetics beauty specialist on site doling out tips of the trade. Banana Republic, a San Francisco-based clothier (GAP Inc.), makes clothes for men and women that are ideal for the workplace, but can also be gussied-up for happy hour–like this one. Here are the deets (RSVP mandatory).

Next, there's The Fader magazine's series of happy hours from Wednesday-Friday. Check the flier for the impressive dj sets and live performances in store. Speaking of stores, the events will be held at Diesel on Post Street. (RSVP also required.) For added fun, try hopping from one happy hour to the other–see how well you fit in! My friends at The Fader and Diesel have assured me that the place will be jammin'.

And my friend Lorraine at SF Indie Fashion tips us to this lovely Wednesday in the city:

"Delve into the history of the beauty industry at Wednesday night’s screening of "The Powder & the Glory," a documentary that’s part of the San Francisco Jewish Film Festival’s year-round programming series at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts," she writes.

The 86-minute film explores the well-known rivalry between beauty industry pioneers Elizabeth Arden and Helena Rubenstein, both of whom launched careers during the first decade of the 20th century–a time when makeup and beauty treatments were often thought to be synonymous with prostitutes and stage performers, not ladies.

After the film, the party continues over at W Hotel’s XYZ bar, where the first 50 guests will score swag bags courtesy of sponsors Bare Escentuals, TerraNova, Yes-to-Carrots, Kryolan and more.

Tickets are $8 for adults ($6 for students and seniors) and are available online or by calling 415-978-2787.

See you at one, or all, of these happenin' events! And keep lookin' snappy!

Shoes + Art = Cure-all for the Rainy Day Blues

2009-02-23T10:23:00.000-08:00

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring.

Well, WAKE UP, pal! There are a few things in this world that, no matter the weather, make me feel all warm and toasty. One of them is a new artist exhibition. Another one is shoes (yes, straight men like buying shoes). What luck to find out that Shoe Biz on Haight Street is showcasing both this Saturday.

Known for merging local art with local commerce (read: lots of footwear), the retailer–which also recently opened a Valencia Street location–is throwing a party in honor of San Francisco painter and sketcher Noa's latest work. Check back later this week for an exclusive interview with the artist, who will appear at Saturday's event to curate the pieces on display. Arrive between 2-6:30 p.m. to see a live painting session, accompanied by DJ Nisus. And from 8-11 p.m., the party kicks off with DJ 8Doors and a live set by Zaion.

And just because I love ya, Shoe Biz manager Euna is offering PEB readers 15% off all full-priced purchases during the event! Just print up the flier posted above to redeem. And see you at Noa-Ark!

First Look at Christian Siriano's Payless Line

2009-02-22T22:16:00.000-08:00

Courtesy Imaxtree

In December, "Project Runway" season four winner Christian Siriano announced that he would design a shoe and accessories line for Payless.

They're designed. They're manufactured. They're HERE.

The Egyptian-inspired footwear and handbags are pure drama: Spikes; chains; spindly heels. They're also friendly to our furry pals. Each shoe is made of patent pleather and the colors–chocolate, gold, and aqua satin–are luxe looking with a splashy streak. The detailing is sharp, too. The lightly embossed print on each piece resembles hieroglyphics. Here's the best part: The price point will be $25-$45. when they hit stores. They're going to be available in the coming months, and expect them to go quickly.

Fashionistas will notice the line's striking similarity to Rodarte's looks two seasons ago, and Yves Saint Laurent's collection last fall.

Style Watch: And the Award Goes to...

2009-02-22T15:24:00.000-08:00

Good (rainy) afternoon, fellow Oscar watchers! As promised, I'll be with you for the long haul, from the first red carpet hit/miss to the final golden statuette.

Let's start the show!

Freida Pinto: Swoon. This has got to be the most beautiful girl in movies today. Her airy, sari-inspired frock in cobalt blue makes her seem all the more ethereal. She did John Galliano proud. I understand her ex-fiance recently dumped her because he despised how "Slumdog Millionaire" ended–with her character falling in love with Dev Patel's, which spawned a battery of affair rumors. Freida, CALL ME.

Skinny Dev Patel, in his skinny tux, looks like me at my friend Brian's bar-mitzvah.

Danny Boyle and his producers look like "Reservoir Dogs" all lined up. Charming.

Melissa Leo, in a bronze number with a sculpted butstier, is a little too matchy-matchy for me. I think her hair is tinted the same color as her dress. Maybe her plan is to win the Oscar if she resembles one?

Taraji P. Henson's skin glows. The ruffly, multilayered gown nicely hugs her muscular frame and softens her up a bit. Chiffon goes a long way.

Heidi Klum is a stunner in her graphic pink-red dress with a cutout on the side that reveals her sky-scraping legs. Shameless plug for her own (kind of gaudy) arm candy (not Seal, folks; those jangly, costumey bracelets).

Were Michael Shannon and Emile Hirsch separated at birth?

Sarah Jessica Parker, in a ballerina look (again, but this time crossed with Glinda the Good), still impresses on the red carpet. Her "barely mint" dress is basically a seafoam Dior haute couture tutu with more volume and length. Her fall of brunette mane is reminiscent of Lauren Bacall's old school locks. And hubby Matthew Broderick's midnight blue suit reminds me of that scene in "Father of the Bride," when Steve Martin tells Hanck the wedding planner that his (knock0ff) Armani suit is falling apart. Then Hanck says, "Armani don't also make polyester." Fail.

Amanda Seyfreid is maybe going to be her generation's Michelle Pfeiffer. Her red gown is like a watered-down version of Heidi Klum's (read: the cutouts overlap and cover her legs).

Robert Pattinson, the Mormon sparkle vampire in the popular movie "Twilight" comes across as a dour heir to Hugh Grant.

Mickey Rourke is a mess, and it totally works. His white Jean Paul Gaultier tux with short-cut lapels and a black vest is pure rock 'n roll. The best part, he has a charm necklace with a photo of his dog Loki, who passed away six days ago.

Meryl Streep is the best actress in the world and one of the worst dressers. That just endears her to me even more. SHE'S A MORTAL AFTER ALL.

Anne Hathaway, in a jewel-encrusted Armani Privé gown embellished with payette scaling, is completely cribbing Marion Cotillard's look from last year's Oscars. Ya know what? It's a winning look.

Sean Penn looks a little like a stuffed suit. Also, he's done too much man-tan, it would seem.

Brangelina. It's the varsity quarterback and prom queen. But he's sporting some odd whiskers and she's Morticia Addams-ed out. My first real meh of the night.

Penélope Cruz's brocaded creme dress is a dream.

Jessica Biel's architectural ivory satin number is a miss. It droops like a giant peony and makes her angular physique look, of all things, baggy.

Miley Cyrus looks quite lovely in her silver Zuhair Murhad gown. Great petals, sparkly wide straps. She also looks more age appropriate than last year.

Valentino is one of the last towering presences on any red carpet. Fashion royalty.

Robert Downey, Jr. looks dapper. That is all.

Viola Davis, the gripping epicenter of the movie "Doubt," looks pretty in her metallic swath of copper straps bandaged around the bustle.

I love Kate Winslet's Yves Saint Laurent dress. It's pop-arty but sleek, thanks to a clever gunmetal-to-smoke transition along the train. The embroidered leafing gives that dramatic shoulder strap less intensity.

Melissa Tomei is a bit of an optical illusion in her grayish Versace tent, replete with zig-zagged pleating. It's pure geometry. I hated geometry–that's why I became a writer.

And with that...we move on to the main event.

See/Hear/Scene/Here

2009-02-20T11:34:00.000-08:00

So many exciting events to attend this weekend (and next week), so little time! First there's the 40th St. Corridor Art Quest tomorrow night. Who doesn't love a quest? This one takes you from MacArthur BART, to Telegraph Avenue, to Piedmont Avenue, in search of local art. From 6 p.m.–9 p.m., check out Manifesto Bicycles, Rowan Morrison Gallery, Premium Tattoo and Vintage, and Issues for art receptions. There, you'll obtain a “treasure map” (I swear), which will grant you access to more venues and prizes. Along the way, there's music, dranks, and locally made wears and wares. To aid you in your journey, a street-art LED light installation connects the destination points.

From there you can pop over to the de Young for Pop Party. Channel your inner Andy and Edie and absorb the full-on Factory experience: Cocktails, treats, exhibition viewing and dancing to The Unauthorized Rolling Stones. It's 9 p.m.–midnight. White fright wigs will abound.

Sleep.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! I just spoke with Judith Grimm, who runs Triple Base gallery in San Francisco. She and co-curator Dina Pugh feature up-and-coming California-based artists in the space. They're literally putting the final touches on "The Colony," which will run through March 22. Check out more than 30 paintings, drawings, and sculptures by artist Rachel Kaye, who takes her inspiration from New York City's most prestigious private women's social club, which was founded in 1903 by socialite and suffragist Florence Jaffray Harriman. (It was also featured on a recent episode of "Gossip Girl," the BEST. SHOW. EVAR.) You'll find works depicting women who have made an impact on Hollywood and fashion (with a little royalty thrown in for good measure). I'll be covering this exhibition in-depth soon. Look out for an interview with Kaye and a discussion with playwright, novelist, art critic–and overall renaissance man–Kevin Killian.

And next Tuesday marks the opening night of Noise Pop! Talk about a festival of wonders: Indie music, art, and film, for a whole week (February 24–March 1). Someone pinch me! Tons of coverage to come, starting with Deerhunter's free show–I'll be with the band...seriously! Check out the deets on Noise Pop's Web site.

Not enough fun yet? Alright, because I love ya, there's also this cause for celebration: Want Some Girl Scout Cookies? Don’t know any kiddies? Send the scouts an email: http://www.blogger.com/cookies@gscnc.org. They'll hook you up.

From the Runways to the Aisles

2009-02-20T08:58:00.000-08:00

Courtesy Regent Releasing

So it's Oscar weekend. I have my picks: Mickey, Meryl, and "Slumdog Millionaire"–Jai Ho! (Translation: It rocks!)

But this weekend, if you're looking to catch a flick that's entirely unrelated to the Academy Awards hubbub, there is a fascinating new film about the fashion industry that just opened in San Francisco (no, not "Confessions of a Shopaholic"–ick).

Check out "Eleven Minutes," a documentary that follows the rise, fall, and rise of the first "Project Runway" winner, Jay McCarroll. Back story: Upon accepting his prize (a $100,000 contract, a mentorship from Banana Republic, and a spot in 2005's New York Fashion Week) he refused the money and the mentorship. Why? He didn't want to sign a contract that made him (and his designs) the property of the Bravo network and The Weinstein Company.

So life got hard for the fledgling designer.

“Eleven Minutes” explores the less glamorous life of a fashionista. It brings to mind a less polished answer to “Unzipped,” the 1995 documentary about Isaac Mizrahi, or a more revealing portrait of an artist than 2007's wicked fun (but cigarette-slim) "Lagerfeld Confidential." It's a fly-on-the-wall movie-going experience that takes us from the sketchbook, to the design studio, to the runway, to the harsh realization that nobody may actually buy the clothes in the end.

New Obsession

2009-02-19T12:35:00.001-08:00

What comes to mind when you think of dirty dishes?

I know I think about the delicious foods that once found shelter upon said serving plates. (I also haven't had lunch yet, but that's really just an excuse because I'M ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT FOODS.)

Back to the point. The next time you hear about dirty dishes, think of Rebecca Roman's beyond adorable line of kinky tees, tarty tanks, and flirty intimates. Check these babies out. I'm lucky to have seen them dressed-up and dressed-down (remove head from gutter...it was on the runway, people). She tailors the tops so that they cling but move, which is often a concern with jersey material–it's finicky (too heavy, too thin, t o o l o o s e, tootight). Pay her a visit at her intertrons boutique. Give her some Project East Bay love for me.

The Oakland-based Roman even tries her hand at etch and sketch with her signature poster (pictured), which is also available online. It kind of works for any vanity room, for both men and women, doesn't it? J'adorable.

Artist Profile: Son Le

2009-02-18T13:23:00.000-08:00

Browsing through Son Le’s blog, you’re likely to be reminded of Bruce Weber's editorial spreads. But don't be fooled. Le isn't simply interested in framing a pretty face–though he does have a seemingly limitless roster of attractive subjects–he takes reflective, occasionally plaintive photographs of young people in various angles of repose.

Snapshots become diary entries; portraits are rendered cinematic. Both portfolio and photo journal, the blog documents Le’s journey as a photographer, one that began in earnest for the Vietnamese émigré when a couple of soggy leaves caught his eye, and spawned his fervor for making photography more than a hobby.

Le's lens occasionally basks in a soft glamor reminiscent of French pictorials. (He recently traveled abroad, to France, camera in tow.) But his true art revolves around the myth of the dreamer and the unfettered individual, depicted against the physical flotsam of a cluttered room or a cruddy backdrop. His images bring palpable sensuality to life amidst sun, air, and simplicity. For the photographer, beauty seems inconceivable without having relished the innocence of youth–hence, so much of his work depicts young, vital subjects.

I caught up with Le and asked about his first camera, the photographers whose work he most admires, and where he stands on the digital-versus-film debate. Scroll down for the interview.

Name: Son Le

Age: 24

Occupation: Office hold-over day job; being a struggling artist. (The real struggle when you have a day-job is finding time and energy to create at all.)

Hometown: I grew up in OC from nine until I left for college, and before that, I was raised in the slums of Saigon, Vietnam (Sector 4 if you must know).

Must-have item at all times: Three that I can think of: A good corkscrew/bottle opener; a camera with a Leica/maybe Zeiss lens; and/or my credit card.

Signature drink: A good glass of wine.

Finish the sentence: When not working, you can find me. . .
. . .surfing the web, grocery shopping, walking/running around, cooking, eating, drinking wine, talking about nothing and everything with people I love.

Locals and locales you admire?
Local people I love: My warehousemates–all 30 some-odd of them! My SF family: The Millers. Places: The Miller's residence, farmers market, especially the ghetto-market (Sunday Civic Center market) as well as tiny stores/cozy restaurants throughout the city. I love small cozy places and places that show their own quirks.

Favorite neighborhood in the SF/EB?
Chinatown and the Mission. I love the small alleys in Chinatown and the tree-lined areas in the Mish. Also, for sentimental reasons, Glenpark/Bernal.

Any insider tips, being a local?
As with anywhere: Be yourself, and if you can, be inspired.

What got you interested in taking pictures in the first place?
The realization that I can create a certain vision through capturing pieces of real life with a camera combined with a strong curiosity about how lenses work from being geeky at an early age.

Favorite photographers?
Wolfgang Tillmans, Masao Yamamoto, Josef Sudek, Andre Kertesz, Duane Michal, Sally Mann, and Ryan McGinley. I'm sure there are plenty more–but their images are often on my mind.

As you answer these questions, what Web sites are open in your browser?
I'm a bit of a tab-surf freak–I can have up to 200 Web pages open at once for days. But, youtube, Wiki, photoeye, bensbargains, NYTimes, NYmag, and a bunch of random and naughty bits.

What was your first camera, and do you remember the first picture you took?
My first serious camera was a Canon AE1 with the standard FD 50mm f1.8 lens. I think my first pictures where of some blurry pictures of leaves after the rain. I just remember being sooo excited about the shallow depth-of-field "look." The pictures were under-exposed, blurry, and the composition sucked, but I can still look back with a sense of wonder–which is good–when I do run past them in my old shoebox.

Got a favorite camera?
I'm not about the camera, but the lenses: So anything with a Leica lens on it. But any variation of the Leica M is nice (including Zeiss and Minolta lenses). I also really like half-frames and twin lens reflexes.

Do you like shooting with film, or do you prefer digital?
Film. I just switched to digital barely a few months ago. I still miss film a lot. There's just so much depth in a film-capture and there's a certain dependable mood that film offers that a lot of work lacks in digital pre-editing. (for the record: I love Neopan 400 most by far–and Agfa matte paper).

When you're out and about, is there a specific spot you like to go to for inspiration and/or to take pictures?
Nowhere specific. Small alleyways, random stores, usually around my neighborhood in SOMA; it's usually not the where but the process really–as long as I walk for long enough to get into that creative head space.

(All photos are exclusively granted to Project East Bay and posted with permission from the artist. They are not to be used for commercial purposes.)

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DIY Rodarte

2009-02-18T11:55:00.005-08:00

Rodarte is just so hot right now. Finally, a line of clothes that successfully brings the Bay Area's Art to Wear movement to Manhattan.

Their F/W 2009 line is probably the most unqualified success of New York Fashion Week so far. (Yes, I have connections who are there documenting the happenings under the tents so that I can live vicariously...or in jealousy.)

My friend Kalin has come up with a truly chic craft project that she swears anyone can do. DO try this at home!

First the original...

And now, Kalin's homemade version...

It's cheaper, it's fun, it's clearly a win.

LoveSick II: Too Sick to Love...A Fashion Story

2009-02-17T15:07:00.000-08:00

on the runway at Dekker/Muse Studios

You know what the songs say, that the scent of love is in the air. The fragrance of ardor comes in a variety of bouquets, among them the tang of infatuation, the musk of lust, and the lingering trace of intoxicating, Dionysian desire. If that's the case, then the spare, white studio space at 224 6th Street was converted into a veritable perfumery on Saturday night.

Local designers Alexandria von Bromssen, Amy Fink, and Simeon Dacumos assembled an assortment of intimate silhouettes with illusions of boudoir for "Lovesick II," a runway and trunk show featuring lingerie and lounge attire of varying lengths and sheerness.

More than 200 guests and patrons seemed perfectly content to stand elbow to elbow around the slender runway and catch a glimpse of the lacy bodices and satin body wraps parading before them.

The looks on the runway revealed themselves (so to speak) as a cross between some of Agent Provocateur's purposeful lapses in subtlety and some of La Perla's more refined (read: tasteful) lingerie pieces. The designers, photographers, and creatives involved, who refer to themselves as San Francisco's DOGMA Collective, produced a scintillating program that reminded us of the true purpose of Valentine's Day: Sex.

Simeon Dacumos presented dual lines of intimates: "Ape’ritif" and "Tushe." The former is a luxury line, inspired by the “Lost Generation,” constructed of French lace, Italian trims, and his own patented underwire innovations. The latter is a more pocketbook-friendly counterpart that suggested slink as much as it did sleek. I was most taken by Dacumos's deep infatuation with the female form. His previous career was at a gym in The City, so he certainly had time to speculate and study. He sent out a couple showgirl numbers, but also a selection of sensual, feminine garments that had both men and women in the crowd ogling for all the right reasons.

"That one's really pretty," my companion, herself a tasteful young woman, noted. That's the endorsement any intimates designer needs. The looks have to be desirable to women even more so than men. If YOU don't feel sexy wearing your own clothes, what's the point?

In the Middle Ages, members of the European nobility began to wear straightforward linen clothes under richly decorated and expensive outer dresses. This both protected these luxurious costumes from dirty bodies, and provided a layer of warmth for the wearer. That was then; this is now. By the 1980s, avant-garde designers like Vivienne Westwood and Jean Paul Gaultier introduced British punk-chic and burlesque nouveau to tart up the tone. (Just recall Madonna's cone bra to get my drift.)

Alexandria von Bromssen brought punky street fashion sensibilities to her "Hide & Seek" line of lingerie, and still gave a generous nod to the Old World originals. This meant slip dresses, lace camisoles, and classically satin panties. But this also meant rock and roll corsets and gentle draping (like the curtains of a peepshow) that implied, "look-but-don't-touch." A touch of wit went a long way in this overwhelmingly voluptuous collection.

She displayed elegant, swimsuit-like designs that sculpted the body, and a latticework of lacy strips that created symmetrical V-shapes without appearing corsetlike or like a straitjacket made from a kimono. She even dished out a few male looks (which basically consisted of well-tailored, polka-dotted and striped, silk and satin pajama pants).

The proceedings were housed in the Dekker gallery, which local photogs Beth Berman and Laura Kudritzki recently opened. Here's hoping they'll host more events like this one. They do it well. We traded and nibbled on candy hearts and got serenaded by easy-breezy folk-pop band The Goldenhearts (featuring former 4 Non Blonde Roger Rocha as front man).

The trunk show featured clothes and accessories by Amy Fink (sculptural, Japanese fashion-influenced lines), Fluidance Jewelry (graceful, earthy pendants and elemental embellishments) , Jasmin Zorlu Millinery (whisper thin- and flamboyant hats that rival Aretha Franklin's inaugural crown), and Kaatje Designs (necklaces made of colorful, delicate crags). The event raised money for the Riley Center, a San Francisco domestic violence shelter.

"Lovesick II" was a hungry, carnal evening devised to remind us that although the heart is the engine of passion, it is the libido that gives it fuel. It was naughty. It was nice.

Be a Recessionista, Vol. II

2009-02-17T07:00:00.000-08:00

Yet another reason for you (and me) to learn how to sew: Through tonight, Britex fabrics is enjoying a 30 percent-off sale. It applies to EVERYTHING in the store. Britex is one of the country's premier fabric retailers (it nicely bookends New York's Zarin warehouse). Local designers and interior decorators can be spotted daily perusing the spools at 146 Geary, which stocks just about any color, blend, texture, or weight fabric you can think of. Swing by the joint on your lunch break or on your way home tonight.

It's not too late to make a last-minute resolution for this (relatively) new year. Spend your hard-earned moneys on something productive that will stoke your creative fires: A needle, thread, and a few yards of muslin. I made my sister's window treatments last year, and I was quite pleased with the results (more importantly, so was she). What are you going to make?

And in other news, SHOES!

Shoes are only $80 through tomorrow at Wilkes Bashford.

Through tomorrow, Wilkes Bashford is throwing its annual warehouse sale. Nuff said. Not sure why you're still reading, really. The deets: Most merchandise is 80 percent off (!) and shoes are a staggering $80 a pair. Seriously, you're still sitting down and reading...why?

A demi-Victoria Beckham look, priced for us mortals.

American Idol

2009-02-13T08:27:00.000-08:00

at the de Young

Andy Warhol, Self-Portrait, 1986, acrylic and silkscreen ink on linen.

He greets you upon entry, the way a good host should. The mischievous curl of his lip seems familiar. As are his trademark narrow cheekbones that could slice bread. Andy Warhol hasn’t looked this happy in a long, long time. Maybe it’s the tambourine garlanding his gaunt face. Maybe he just wants you to meet his cool friends. The de Young Museum has been transformed into a series of tunnels into his various psyches and artistic reinventions. It also demonstrates that his perspective on musicians and dancers operates by obsession: Andy Warhol puts the id in idolatry.

"In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes," he once said.

Sage words, in a time when we turn on the TV to watch real life, create second lives online, and film our confessions for video blogs. How better to escape all that reality than to return to our lives, refreshingly mundane and free of camera crews, love triangles, eliminations, and catchphrases? The ironies of reality-drenched multimedia are given a jeweler’s scrutiny in “Warhol Live,” the reverie-like retrospective of Warhol’s silk-screened, painted, sketched, photographed, and recorded works. It embarks on a new art history, one founded on the concept of sensory overload. Warhol maintained that each of us will, at one point or another, enjoy a brief stint of notoriety. This can be taken as a precaution or a reason to join the party.

Nat Finkelstein, Andy Warhol, Gerard Malanga, Mary Woronov, and The Velvet Underground, 1966, (reprint 1996), gelatin silver print.

We are confronted by not only the artist’s iconic depictions of musicians and dancers, but also the revelation that Warhol, the supposedly clinical aesthetic preservationist, was actually adding more humanity to photographed portraiture. This is evinced by the prints of Judy Garland and her daughters Liza Minelli and Lorna Luft, shaded in pastel reds, whites, and blues. They’re essentially still family photos. Judy’s close-up is accompanied by her legendary performance of “Over the Rainbow” filtering from overhead. It helps to persuade the viewer that Warhol rendered these musical zeitgeists because he idolized their gift. Meanwhile, from across the gallery, verses of the Talking Heads song “Psycho Killer” fold into the din. Following that familiar tune leads to a wall of photos of David Byrne and his New Wave brethren. This one of many thematic juxtapositions designed to jar the senses, as well as sensibilities. It’s chaotic, it’s frustrating, it’s overwhelming. Put simply: It’s Andy Warhol.

“Warhol Live” explores a Hollywood culture of subtle deceptions, a music scene built on camaraderie and favor(itism)s, and an art movement emboldened by the egalitarian belief that everyone is a star–if only for a moment. Warhol’s job was to capture it. When the Norelco tape recorder was invented in 1964, he was among the first to purchase one. He referred to it as his wife, and it never left his side for the rest of his career and life. When video camera technology advanced, he advanced with it and turned cinema verité into pop television. (MTV produced a show for him called “15 Minutes” and he founded Interview Magazine.) The exhibit shows what it’s easy to forget while watching the small or silver screen: Everything is gently scripted, atmospherically lit, or skillfully edited. Or, to paraphrase the Shakespearean saw, “All the world’s a stage,” and we are its players.

“Warhol Live” reminds us that, for some, celebrity is real–that stars, like Warhol’s eternal beloved Edie Sedgwick, are actually living what we’re watching when he films their daily routines. The idea of celebrity, of celebrating someone else for what they represent, seems to have been a priority for Warhol. Marilyn Monroe died in 1962. He considered her his first alter ego; her departure meant the death of Hollywood legend for him.

Andy Warhol, Triple Elvis (Large three Elvis), [Ferus Type] June-July 1963, silkscreen ink,
silver paint, and spray paint on linen.

A trio of Elvises underscores his transition from film to music: The first presents three overlapping prints of the singer/actor; the second presents two-thirds of the same image; the last shows a solitary King. The blurring of multifaceted cinematic personae becomes focused on the individual behind the character, a portrait of the artist him- or herself. Warhol abandoned movies for operas, ballets, and lots of rock concerts. Music became his muse. That much is made clear–there are more than 50 album covers from his personal record collection on display; it’s like walking into the most tastefully appointed dorm room ever.

He designed playbills and dance brochures. Then he met Merce Cunningham and her husband, the contemporary composer John Cage. The movies and photos that feature Cunningham practicing modern dance techniques are clearly idolatrous of her ability to channel music into her appendages. They’re cleverly positioned adjacent to Warhol’s film “Sleep,” which shows poet John Giorno slumbering for five hours. The pen is mighty, Warhol implies, but perhaps less vital than the organic, communicative properties of dance. When he became immersed in the Studio 54 disco scene, the spirit of dance melded with his own desire to forge relationships with everyone.

“A lot of people thought it was me everyone was hanging around, but that’s absolutely backward: It was me hanging around everyone else,” he once said.

This Utopian idea, that art and music should be accessible for all people, was one of life's purposes in Warhol’s mind. It’s how (and why) he created art in the first place. He observed. He pressed a button on a camera. And that's it.

Andy Warhol, The Velvet Underground and Nico, Lou Reed, Nico, John Cale, Sterling Morrison, Maureen Tucker,1967, Verve/Polydor, Verve Records, subsidiary of MGM Records, Phono album cover, offset lithograph on coated paper.

The knotty relationship between art and music is best captured by the exhibition’s curatorial depiction of a Velvet lounge. Walk through the dark curtains to be whisked back to the plastic fantastic 60s: There’s an enormous red ottoman in the middle of the space, stacked with primary-colored pillows; a disco ball casting starry reflections; video footage of a very fresh-faced Velvet Underground and Nico; psychedelic projections; and a glass case housing Lou Reed’s Gretch guitar, Sterling Morrison’s Fender, and Warhol’s strobe light used during performances. Warhol also served as the band’s manager. He called this multimedia experience the “Exploding Plastic Inevitable.” Not known for his own musical abilities, Warhol did, in fact, record backup vocals for a band called The Druds, whose song lyrics were written by–of all people–Jasper Johns. (You can hear the songs, in all their Coca-Cola-infatuated glory, as you leave the exhibit.)

A series of screen prints featuring Mick Jagger is arranged carefully, allowing only one Matisse-like freeform sketch of the Rolling Stones front man to disrupt the flow of graphic repetition, Warhol’s favorite artistic approach. His justification is emblazoned on a wall opposite his witty plays on Monet, the blown-up “Flowers” series: “I like boring things. I like things to be exactly the same over and over and over again.” Don’t trip over the metallic sheet, dotted with his ad-art Brillo box designs, which runs the length of the room to suggest a conveyor belt. The renowned Silver Factory is depicted as a community rather than an artist commune. Dual images of Aretha Franklin (embellished with neon fillips in her hair), Dolly Parton (purple-faced like a Technicolor John Singer Sargent model), and Debbie Harry (his last admittedly adopted alter ego) are further evidence of Warhol’s fascination with duality and multiple iterations of the creative spirit. He seems to cling to his friends and idols so that he can preserve their vitality.

Andy Warhol, Debbie Harry (detail), 1980, acrylic and silkscreen ink on linen

The departing words in the gallery reveal that struggle, as well as the artist’s battle for self-preservation: “I never understood why when you died, you didn’t just vanish, and everything could just keep going the way it was, only you just wouldn’t be there.”

In choosing “Warhol Live” as the title of this exhibit, the de Young reclaims the word live as something more than just a synonym for in-person. If we’re to derive anything from years of “reality programming,” fictionalized “memoirs,” and famous-on-YouTube teens, it’s that real life needs an editor, a makeup artist, and a handpicked soundtrack of plaintive, radio-friendly Top 40 hits to be interesting. But if we really want to get away from that canned reality, we have to figure out how to do what Andy Warhol demands: Just live.

I’ll give you a 15-minute head start.

de Young Golden Gate Park, 50 Hagiwara Tea Garden Drive, San Francisco; Tuesday-Sunday, 9:30 a.m.-5:15 p.m. Fridays open until 8:45 p.m; $16-20 (FREE the first Tuesday each month); museumtix.com; 866-912-6326.

(All photos are posted with permission from the de Young Museum, The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh, Founding Collection, and The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts, Inc. They are not to be used for commercial purposes.)

Green is the New Black

2009-02-12T06:32:00.000-08:00

In world trends, my friends at Treehugger broke this story recently. The green movement is getting ever more crucial in our slow but mighty crusade to save, you know, THE PLANET. Did you know that H&M has a line of organic cotton? It's true, and it's gaining in popularity. So much so, in fact, that more eco-friendly items will be made available online and in stores across the SF/EB, because the label is increasing the use of organic cotton by 50% this year.

They're also planning on making polyesters out of recycled PET (plastic) bottles, to boot! Why is this cool? Because regular polyester is made from OIL. Bleh.

What's all this mean? Conventionally grown cotton uses 10% of the world's pesticides and 25% of its insecticides. That's bad. It also occupies a meager three percent of fertile land.

This impacts all of us, and the SF/EB is a major player in the regreening of the planet. Instead of holding out hope for another American Apparel (with its union-alienating operation practices, kiddie-porn advertisements, a founder who believes women "victimize themselves" when they are victims of sexual harassment - which he's been accused of more than 1,000 times - the list goes on and on and on...) to pop up, be happy to know that there are alternatives like this one.

Look for green shirts, t-shirts, suits, vests, jeans, blouses, skirts and dresses in the not too distant.

Clothes Fit for a (Prom) Queen

2009-02-11T23:24:00.000-08:00

It's Thursday and I'm still feeling a little sluggish, like there's still so much to fit into this week before I can unwind with a nice martini. Sometimes a cure for the mid-week blahs is to do a bit of tidying up around the pad. It may be February, but some early spring cleaning is never a bad idea - especially when you can also make it a humanitarian effort. Got a few items in your wardrobe that are too nice to toss but will collect dust otherwise? You're in luck!

Through Saturday, The Princess Project will be accepting donations of gently used prom, bridesmaid and cocktail dresses (even clutches and other accessories) for young ladies in need of formal wear for their upcoming spring flings, sock hops and box socials (or whatever they're calling them these days; it's been a little while since I was in high school).

I like that the purpose of this charity is to promote "self-confidence and individual beauty by providing free prom dresses and accessories to high school girls who cannot otherwise afford them." There's tons of great information on the website, so give it a gander on your lunch break.

Ransack your closet. Donate a dress. And make this year's prom "Just Like Heaven." Okay, I told you it's been a long time since high school - but The Cure will never go out of style.

Here are the participating drop-off locations in the SF/EB.

How's the Peeping?

2009-02-11T01:43:00.000-08:00

In anticipation of the upcoming Andy Warhol exhibit at the de Young, I'm reminded of his fascination with the figure in various stages of (un)dress. Andy had his high-profile and his low-brow muses, but few had the allure of Santa Barbara's own Edie Sedgwick. She rarely appeared clad in more than a black mini, chandelier earrings, and that fragile come-hither gaze. Warhol fantasized about casting her in a series of films called "The Poor Little Rich Girl Saga," which would have featured phases in the titular character's life: "Restaurant"; "Face"; and "Afternoon." The first reel of footage depicts Sedgwick waking up, ordering coffee and o.j. and applying makeup. Later we find her smoking cigarettes, chatting on the phone and trying on clothes. It's like taking a peep into someone's life.

San Mateo designer Alexandria von Bromssen is bringing a little of that sentiment to Dekker photography/Muse Studios this Saturday.

What I love about her design aesthetic is that she approaches it the way Sedgwick addresses Warhol's camera: playfully, but with a sense of something secretive, almost forbidden. Calling von Bromssen's fashions (even her lingerie line "Hide & Seek") naughty is missing their point. It'd be like calling burlesque pornographic. Her pieces eloquently frame the body in its various phases throughout one's day: morning; noon; afternoon; night; evening. Like Warhol attempted with his film series. It's what happens DURING those periods of time, those moments of privacy - of intimacy - that she seems most curious about, but also least interested in exploiting. She sets the scene, but before we get too close or go too deep...CUT!

For an alluring evening with a paramour (or alone - which is NOT the same as lonely) this Valentine's evening, slip into Muse for "Love Sick: Too Sick to Love...A Fashion Story." It's a trunk show, a runway show, and a peepshow of sorts. Also featured are designs by Amy Fink and Simeon Dacumos. Tickets are $15 in advance and $20 at the door. It's a tad pricey, but the proceeds go to the Riley Center, which is a domestic violence service and shelter.

Plus, there's a $5 kissing booth - and yes, models swaddled in said lingerie will be doin' the smoochin'. SF/EB seems alive with the spirit of Andy Warhol these days. I encourage you to stop for a moment to take a peep. You'll be aMUSEd.

Doors open at 7 p.m. with a trunk sale and live music. Runway show at 9. $15 advance/$20 door. 18 and up. Dekker/Muse Studios, 224 Sixth St., San Francisco; 650-524-0056.

(All photos from www.vonbromssen.com)

Dog Days of Winter Style Crawl

2009-02-09T19:58:00.000-08:00

This is going to be a blast.

You've heard of a bar crawl. This will be kind of like that, only it will take place during the day and instead of cruisn' for boozin', it's all about fabulous wares and wears. Take a jaunt to SF this Saturday to experience We Heart The Mission's first annual Midwinter Mission District Stroll, which brings together various businesses in the neighborhood for a celebration of sales, events, and merriment.

The blocks within Market to 24th and Mission to Dolores are filled with merchants working together to create an event as a reminder that now - more than ever - is the time to support local, home-grown business across the SF/EB. The lineup will be off the chain, too...

Want the deets? All ya had to do was ask, sugar! Here they be.

Where'd the Weekend Go? You Blinked!

2009-02-09T19:40:00.000-08:00

It's Monday and this coming weekend seems soooo farrrrr awaaaay, doesn't it? Here's something to look forward to when it does eventually arrive in all its glory. Why do we love this? It's simple: local designers and boutique samples, crossed with model-stompin' beats. It's a lively alternative to the typical Sunday brunch. Check it out, give some love (and, if you can, a little patronage) to our local talents, and dance, dance, dance.

Weekend Shopping Guide

2009-02-06T08:40:00.000-08:00

It’s the weekend and despite all of the stores putting out their Spring clothing, the weather is still too schizophrenic to think about wearing anything other than coats, slickers and Wellies. But the weather people (or, as I have come to know them, professional meteorological liars) are saying that today's the last of the rain this weekend, so there's hope yet.

We all already know that every store is discounting just about everything. And winter items are pretty much being given away to make room for Spring clothes. But if you are tired of the typical, here are some fun style happenings for you.

Rare Device is having a pretty snazzy sale.

First there's this shirt by Covet ($46, reduced from $78) that's waiting for a Spring awakening...
Then there's this pretty bubble skirt ($57, reduced from $75). Every gal needs at least one of these; they give spindly stems a leg-up and can be formal (add strappy heels) or dressed down (add open-toed slingbacks or, if you must, boots).

In case you didn’t notice all of the heart shaped candy at Longs, Valentine’s Day is right around the corner. Hop over to 440 Brannan, where local designers are still (still!) celebrating the election and feeling the Valentiney love with discounts and special cocktails and live music by David Ervin, at their fashion party tonight. Designs by San Francisco's Christopher Collins are 20% off; Distilled garments are 25% off, and Uba and gr.dano stuff are 50% off.
Check it out. 5:30-11:00 p.m.; 440 Brannan St., San Francisco; 415 -348-0000.

Happy weekend!

The Creative Habitat.

2009-02-05T11:29:00.000-08:00

I just met with a wonderful local designer and artist. SF/EB is a den of culture and creativity, I knew it. Just had to know where to look. Coming up: Artist profile and lots and lots of pretty pictars.

Stay tuned, dear readers, and keep lookin' snappy!

Vintage Looks are Easy!

2009-02-04T11:53:00.000-08:00

I like Michael's Grandpa-meets-Department-of-Eagles look, even if it is a little overworked. It may be the multiples of green. Really dig the jacket, though. Joel, on the other hand, could benefit from even more editing. The kicks kick; the undersized fedora is fun; the cardigan fits perfectly; and the v-neck tee is a must-have in every man's closet. But here's an example of the whole being less than the sum of its parts. The aviators are okay, but the bulky jeans and ropes of pendants and necklaces kind of scream costume.
James's attire drives me nuts. The suit is strangely tailored, with lapels that suggest magician and boxy cut slacks. His loafers are clever in that they're black and brown (which implies they'll go with every article of formal wear in his closet), but they remind me of bowling shoes. Matching black with brown is fine and dandy these days (it used to be the sartorial equivalent of mixing red wine with poultry and seafood, or white wine with steak). It's just kind of a goofy look. Even the white collar on his shirt seems to be asking for finishing, like a tie. Patterned shirts with white collars often look incomplete when left gaping like that. Mark has great jeans and great shoes, and I'm really digging the library sweater and collared shirt peeking through the collar. It's just. That. Coat. I tried a similar one at a wonderful SF vintage store called Schauplatz. I looked and felt like Willy Wonka.

Robert is sporting my favorite look. It's not too fussy, not too messy. It's a good example of when well-worn meets well-worn-in. The burnished boots nicely compliment the black narrow pants. See, black and brown can, can work well together. I'd wear this in a second. And, of course, Ed is his usual prepster/indie/slender wardrobe-wearing self. Again, I like the individual pieces a lot. Great leather motorcycle jacket, pointy-tipped shoes and chocolate sweater, with a minty blue graphic tee. I just can't stand the jeans. They freight the look and don't fit well around the shoes.

A Minute on the Lips...a Slimming of the Hips?

2009-02-04T11:38:00.000-08:00

This one I'm placing in the "seeing is believing" category. Purple Lab has come up with a real head-scratcher with Lip-Shtick: Huge Lips, Skinny Hips. Here's the skinny: This soon-to-be-released gloss is treated with Hoodia, which is a natural appetite suppressant. For good measure, they've tossed in a heaping helping of vitamin b3, a plumping "stimulant" that purports to give you the full Angelina without (a.) getting collagen injections, or (b.) getting your lips stuck in a pool drain.

Will hunger be curbed? Will smiles be radiantly rosy? Lip-Shtick debuts this year (should retail for about $20) at stores everywhere.

I'm curious about the side-effects, personally. Sure, the lips may be kissable, but hopefully it's not the kiss of death.

Be a Recessionista

2009-02-04T11:18:00.000-08:00

Intermix is feeling the heat, just like the rest of us. Their PR peeps just got canned (RIP), and employees company-wide took an %18 pay cut.

On the upside, that means SALES galore. Merch has been reduced to warehouse prices.

This Vince cropped knit cocoon shrug was once $225, and it's now a steal at $39. The 3/4 sleeves are tapered and flattering, and there are still several available in winter black and springy heathered gray. Great for a breezy evening.
And this hipster-chic cardigan by Splendid is now only $69 (from $288)! I know SO many gals who don this simple, classic look because it pairs so well with leggings and ballet flats or form-fitting jeans and knee-skimming boots.

Good Day, Sunshine

2009-02-03T15:18:00.000-08:00

I thought the sun was bad for Mormon sparkle vampires...

I Heart Daily points out a recent study about nature and natural light being beneficial to eye development in children. It may even help prevent people from needing corrective lenses and glasses. They write:

"...a child may be less inclined to develop myopia (that's when you can't see far away), if they spend more time outdoors. Parents of 191 children at an average age of 13.3 years, answered questions about their kids' TV watching habits, and the results indicate that children who participated in more outside activities - playing sports, hiking, swimming - had better vision than those who watched more hours of TV, trolled on Facebook and re-read Twilight for the 27th time."

Food for thought (says the writer whose derriere is firmly planted in a chair while the sun is doing its thing outside).

BoozeDay/ShoesDay/TuesDay

2009-02-03T08:13:00.000-08:00

First, the booze...
One of my all-time favorite drinks is the Sidecar. It's a tart, orangey bev that your grandma may have ordered back in her day - pay no heed - there's a reason the expression "they don't make 'em like they used to" was coined. This is a delicious drink. Harry's Bar in Paris is generally credited with inventing the Sidecar for a patron who often rode in the sidecar of a motorcycle. Isn't that romantic in a way?

Bix in San Francisco makes one of the best you'll ever drink. But on the cheap, here's a great recipe for you:

THE FIXINS
1 1/2 oz. Brandy
1/2 oz. Triple Sec
1/2 oz. Lemon or lime juice

THE FIX
Combine all the ingredients in a shaker filled with ice. Shake well and strain into a cocktail glass. Rim the glass with sugar (I like to squeeze an orange over the plate of sugar crystals and let it dry - it rounds out the flavors to a more satisfying finish).

NOTE: You can substitute vodka (I'd use a lemon flavored/infused one) if you're not a brandy drinker. If you do make the switch, I'd add a dash more Triple Sec and a smidge more lemon or lime juice.

Next the shoes...
Check out these round-toed heels by alice + olivia for Payless. They've got a nice patent sheen and will ease into Spring quite well. (Plus, they're only $38!)

And...

These fellas are a little pricier ($189) but they're reduced from $395! Plus, you're getting quality: They're not brand-name, they're just solid shoes. Sometimes spending money to save save money actually does pay off. They too will slip into the warmer months with relative ease. Just pair them with some Thom Browne-style short-legged slacks or a good cigarette jean in slate or chalky gray. Avoid blue jeans (and baggy ones - ick) like the plague with these casual cap-toes.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!

My Little Pony

2009-02-02T11:09:00.000-08:00

I'm very excited to post about a lurvely new (to me) spot in the Mission. My Trick Pony is a kicky stable of wearable graphic designs and pop-art. Can't afford an original work? No problem, here. Point at something on the walls that strikes your curatorial fancy, and have it converted into a one-of-a-kind t-shirt. You can have designs applied by screen transfer, embroidery, spray paint or sublimation (which saturates material with high-heat dyes).

If you're the portrait of an artist yourself, bring in your own work and have that custom-fitted into attire, as well.

But wait, there's more!

The first Saturday of the month, My Trick Pony hosts a party for a local designer-of-the-month. The drinks are free and so are the viewings. And for 30 clams you get a specially designed tee. Bonus! Every last Sunday of the month is movie night, which always guarantees a kitsch, camp or cult classic. (Recently the spot has been showing "The Dark Crystal" in all of its Gelfling glory.) The cover charge scores you a signature cocktail, a movie-inspired tee and the company of cinephiles with a passion for fashion (and art).

Check this place out.

My Trick Pony, 742 14th Street, between Church and Belcher Streets (415-861-0595; mytrickpony.com). Hours: Tuesday thru Saturday 11:30-7:00; Sunday 12:00-5:00; closed Monday.

(Photos courtesy My Trick Pony)

Sound Bets

2009-01-30T15:55:00.000-08:00

Maris over at Patchwork Pond posted something about this ultra-cool happening in the city tonight. Local singer-songwriter John Vanderslice is celebrating the 10 year anniversary of opening Tiny Telephone, a recording studio made from a converted warehouse in the Mission. He's worked with Spoon, Death Cab for Cutie and Deerhoof (among others), and he's performing at the Great American Music Hall with the studio's own Magik Magik Orchestra.

Check all of the above out.

Go Chuck Yourself

2009-01-30T15:30:00.000-08:00

Tom Ford makes clothes that I want. Period. He's clearly channeling/cribbing Chuck Bass's signature look, which is something I've been accused of doing, myself.

Know what? It's a look that works. It's not for everybody/everyday, but it's a spiffy alternative to jeans and a (previously mentioned) dumb t-shirt. And if you can rock it, fellas, ENGAGE.

Tom Ford's S/S line demonstrates yet again that he is the best tailor in American menswear.

I Need New Glasses

2009-01-30T13:51:00.000-08:00

These oughtta do the trick.

I am devious, yes. But even more than that, I am basically blind.

I Didn't Get This Much Say When I was an Intern

2009-01-29T09:46:00.000-08:00

I know, I know. It's old news that Kanye West put music on hold to spend a year as a fashion intern at Louis Vuitton. But he's actually collaborating on the line now, which goes against the initial "starting from the bottom rung" sentiment from both West and the design label. Yes, he's a celebrity. But that doesn't mean diddly squat in the fashion world. (Witness: Lauren Conrad's ill-fated dress line last year.) Also, for a high-end brand like LV or Vogue, everyone, EVERYONE starts at the bottom.

Last year, Texas Rangers hockey player Sean Avery - by some accounts the most hated player in the NHL for his aggressiveness and violent tendencies - joined the estrogen-infused world of fashion as an unpaid intern at Vogue. He's been linked to celebutantes (former First Daughter) Barbara Bush and (at one point) Lindsay Lohan. Hobnobbing with the honchos or not, his time at the venerable style bible was spent answering phones, working photo shoots, getting samples, contacting people and fetching coffee.

West the fashionisto, CAPS LOCK fan and self-proclaimed Louis Vuitton Don recently tried his hand at design, collaborating with his favorite high-end brand on a line of footwear called Louie. Get it? Eh, Eh?

First check out the kicks. West has been previewing them on his own feet lately, and they were featured on the LV runway during Paris Fashion Week.

Now check out the kicker: West found his sartorial inspiration from "the movie 'Dune.' The collection had all these jackets that were very padded." WTF?

I need a better look at Louies before I can make a call, because as of right now, the shoes look kinda...conventional.

Delicious Dish

2009-01-29T08:28:00.000-08:00

Being a good host, I'd like to cook you something nice. Well, at least provide the recipe for you to cook something nice for yourself. You know the old adage: "You give a man a fish, you feed him for a day..."

Anyhoo, I made this meal yesterday and it proved a big hit with my company. Naturally, I was glued to the tube because it was Wednesday, which means "Top Chef" reruns galore. I love this show because I love food and beautiful pictures of food. Food porn is the only kind I need.

The dish: Poulet Nicoise
The cash: $ (it's all about the spices; chicken isn't expensive)
The watch: < hour
The fed: 4-6

THE FIXINS
1 chicken, about 3 to 4 pounds, cut into 8 serving pieces
Salt and freshly ground pepper
1/4 cup olive oil
1 yellow onion, sliced
4 garlic cloves, minced
3 yellow squash, quartered and sliced 1/4 inch thick
1/4 cup dry white wine
3 tablespoons chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
3 teaspoons chopped fresh tarragon
5 plum tomatoes, seeded and quartered
1/4 cup dry-cured black olives, pitted
1 1/4 cups chicken stock
NOTE: Add a few dashes of both cayenne pepper and cinnamon while it simmers!

THE FIX
Season the chicken with salt and pepper. In a 5 1/2-quart pan or pot oven over medium-high heat, warm the olive oil. Add the chicken and brown about 5 minutes per side. Transfer to a plate while you continue to brown the rest of the chicken.

Reduce the heat to medium, add the onion, season with salt and pepper and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened, about 7 minutes. Add the garlic and cook for 2 minutes more. Add the squash, wine, 2 tablespoons of the parsley and 2 teaspoons of the tarragon.

Cook, stirring occasionally, until the squash is soft but not browned, about 5 minutes. Return the chicken to the pan and add the tomatoes, olives and stock.

Bring to a gentle simmer, then reduce the heat to low. Cover and simmer until the chicken is cooked through, 25 to 30 minutes. Stir in the remaining 1 tablespoon parsley and 1 teaspoon tarragon. Enjoy immediately

Since tomatoes and squash desperately need salt to make their flavors really pop, the olives help them along their way, and add real depth of flavor. Braising the chicken results in very moist meat and the resulting broth is nice and light. The parsley and tarragon pair well with the wine and chicken, but really, this dish ends up being all about that cayenne and cinnamon. They're surprising flavors that leave you with a real, "where have you been all my life?" vibe. Maybe add a simple salad of butter lettuce and a good, crusty baguette of olive bread, and you'll be good to go. Try a nice plump, buttery chardonnay, which always compliments the similar profiles in chicken.

After dinner I found myself standing at the stove scooping spoonful after spoonful of it. Was caught. Embarrassed. I told you food porn was more than enough.

What is Project East Bay?

2009-01-28T23:33:00.001-08:00

When I decided to start this site, it was mainly to give myself a place to write about the kind of art, fashion, design and culture that interest me. As a recent transfer to the San Francisco East Bay, I'm discovering the eclectic and exciting style that our little corner of the universe has to offer. My day job often involves writing a lot about the music, food and fashion industries in all aspects, which I love and feel very lucky that I can (sort of) support myself doing. But sometimes, the things I would most like to write about–upcoming designers, gallery exhibitions, how best to cook a good lamb chop–you get the point. It seemed a waste to keep all that good stuff to myself. Thus, PEB.

After spending several years on the East Coast writing for some notable mags and rags (including Nylon, Nielsen Media, and WWD), I am excited to forge a new path here and maybe bring a little East Coast to the East Bay.