In the eight years I lived in the Bay Area—three of which spent living in the heart of downtown San Francisco—I never once attended Bay to Breakers. Friends and coworkers often participated, to the point of thinking up fun and crazy costumes (usually group-themed), but I never did. I wish I could provide some valid excuse but really it just boiled down to laziness. Weekends were my sleep-in days, Sunday the holiest of holy Days of Sloth, and I’d be damned if anyone was gonna get me out of bed before ten or eleven in the morning, let alone at seven o’clock.

One of my first stops after I got back was to my favorite barbershop, just down the street from work. It’s about as classic a barbershop as you can get without fabricating one.

I’ve seen a lot of Christmas decorations in my time, but this has got to be one of the more macabre ones to date. It reminds me of those witch doctors’ shrunken heads you’d see in cartoons and comics. The only things that are missing are lifeless eyes and sewn-shut lips.

Another photo from the Colin Hay show I caught while still in San Francisco. I’ve been spending a lot of my free time these past couple of weeks catching up on photo work that had fallen to the wayside and the shots from the show were among them.

I finally got to see Colin Hay play tonight, at The Independent. Right before which, I had some of the best barbecue I’ve had in a long time at Da’Pitt. Unbelievable stuff. The show was amazing. Opened with Bhi Bhiman, a Sri Lankan-American singer/songwriter who sang a lot of blues stuff about the White Man’s [...]

A few weeks ago, a friend asked me to take some set photos for him. He had stage managed the production and wanted some shots of the sets for his portfolio.