one alley – two beat up recliners – one hell of a night

found on cedar alley at polk street these two outstanding recliners. one, a faux leather beauty with a golden haired sleeping bag aloft its battered skin. the other, a motley stained beast with three colorful condoms strewn willy nilly around the back of its mighty ass. both, deliciously filthy and worthy of admiration.

battered gold recliner chair with sleeping bag against in alley

battered dirty recliner chair in alley

pink-white bunny ear, tail & cotton $22.00

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found on caledonia between 15th and 16th this morning. i got so excited when i saw the sign, but sadly, the bunny costume was nowhere to be found. maybe it hopped away…maybe the bunny was invisible (like harvey)…maybe that’s who the prodigious smelling gentleman who was nestled deep in his blanket shanty a few feet away was talking to. maybe he was talking to the bunny…

box with sign that says pink white bunny, ear, tail & cotton $22.00

STRAW > O < STRAW

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found on 11th at minna, this small empty carton of milk rising from the asphalt like an architect’s dream, forceful, dramatic, with clean lines dancing from its colorful surface. thank you for being there, Berkeley Farms Vitamin D milk carton. thank you for being exactly where you were yesterday morning relative to the buildings, the power lines, the sun. i really, really like you.

berkeley milk carton on the street at 11th and minna san francisco

ode to the black shards of analog…

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four broken recordsfound on 15th street between market and castro, four broken records, artfully arranged.

did human hands place the vinyl this way? or did they fall so cleverly on their own? who broke the records? and why? was it part of a lover’s quarrel? did the angry partner, in a fit of rage, thrust his hubby’s prized possessions down down to the unforgiving walkway beneath their bedroom window? were his hands shaking as he slid his beloved’s classic chic album “dance, dance, dance, yowsah, yowsah, yowsah” from its colorful sleeve? did he pause to consider the grim consequences of his terrible act before heaving “yowsah” full force to its ultimate demise? could his lover ever forgive him? was this the beginning of the end?

broken record dance dance dance yowsah yowsah yowsah

broken record

broken record

bag of half eaten bread in the larger scheme of things…

it’s very common in SF for people leave food on or near the base of trash cans so other people who might be hungry can easily find it. here we find a loaf of half eaten whole grain bread, its large plastic blowing in the 8:39am thursday morning wind down market street at duboce. it was doing its own thing amongst other things which were also, interestingly, doing their own things. and so it goes…

bag of half eaten bread on market street