'Mongo' trash aesthetic hits the metropole
Tuesday evening Enrique and I strolled home through San Francisco's warehouse district, lulled on jazz and cocktails from one of the secret lairs left of an older city.
The so-called warehouse district is now the haunt of advertising firms and Swedish chair-designers.
Advertising firms tend to receive every dvd, cd, magazine, and design book that could possibly interest them. We joined a small knot of homeless, hipsters, and antiquarians sorting through the dumpsters, and came home with a stack of music and paperweights each. Spent an evening dancing to the latest punk.