Very sad news about a massive honey bee crime at Hayes Valley Farm: apparently, sometime between the late afternoons of July 19 and July 20, someone sprayed pesticide into two San Francisco Bee-Cause (SFBC) honey bee colonies at Hayes Valley Farm (HVF) and tried to do the same to a third, smaller colony, according to Karen Peteros, SFBC’s bee keeper.Read more »
"In Japan neglected or abandoned blogs are called ishikoro, pebbles," blog expert Sarah Boxer tells us -- and it's time for us to cast a pebble into the humongous Web quarry, as we at the Guardian refocus our energies on our Pixel Vision Arts and Culture blog. Look for all our fab local content to be posted there from now on. Thanks, Guardianites!
I can see the Kezar Pavilion from my bedroom window. It isn’t a very attractive building. Its Spanish red tiles, chipped peach paint, and round arched entranceway make it look a little bit like those old stand-alone Taco Bells that were around in the ‘70s. As with a lot of buildings in big cities, you could pass by it a million times and never think about why it exists or why it matters or who it matters to. But like any old gym, long faded dreams of glory are everywhere in Kezar. You just have to know where to look. Read more »
I've become a happier person since I sold my Jetta and started traveling almost exclusively by bicycle. Every time I've driven a car in San Francisco the experience has left me frustrated, annoyed, and feeling like I didn't get where I was going any faster than I would have on my bicycle. Read more »
Some came on fixed gears with spotless rims, others on basement bikes with balding tires. Some were clad in safety orange, others in business suits. They came from all parts of the city, with pants rolled and lights blinking, to mourn the loss of one of their own.
Style intern Chloe Schildhause talks trends and togs. Check out her last installment here.
A glorious headdress adorned with hand-painted leather sourced from a vintage leather jacket and shaped into a flower with white netting overlapping the eye, pieces of vintage lace and, of course some white bird feathers? Read more »
A shopping experience should be a symphony of contradictions. It should take your breath away and make you hyperventilate with excitement. It should make you feel deprived if you have purchased nothing, and yet somehow satisfied by just by witnessing the awesome creations that you have just touched and caressed (or possibly even tried on!)
Few boutiques create such an emotion to that ultimate climax. My favorites are both in Europe: Dover Street Market in London and Colette in Paris. Read more »