the city

another weekend in the city searching for ruins. another fabulous weekend wandering the mission district with maps from the city planning department. peeling paint and neon signs, spanish conversations and fenced off lots. It was the kind of adventure that reveals the secrets of the city no one tells you. the abandoned theaters on mission street, the boarded windows of the still-open thrift store on 11th.

The crowds flocked towards the Weird Festival in fishnets and go goes, feathers and faux fur. The commissioned graffiti artists worked on an old metal galvanizing warehouse on harrison and 6th with their ladders, radio and corona. I wandered by an abandoned car wash turned parking space on a busy commercial intersection of the production, distribution and repair district South of Market, and admired the patina of the most interesting part of the city i've found thus far.

Though the trip was primarily for work, the other motivation for my plan, 'thinly veiled as my masters project' is the man whose arms i fell asleep in last night.