SFMOMA exhibition an ersatz re-creation of 2AM sorties at the now-defunct Nob Hill Cala Foods: the disorientation, the sallow complexions. How I miss it.
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art does not distinguish itself from other landlords: if it doesn’t come off the wall, paint over it.
Bucky as a verb.
This new mid-Bay Muni station design, kinda love it.
Mad scientists of cinema, take note.
This sculpture has the easy-going tension of a David Smith, but is probably balanced more like a di Suvero.
The warning of self-preservation wins out over conservation.
It is all about you.
At SFMoMA: blurring the line between sweatshop and workshop for Lunar New Year.
The museum is a giant coffee filter, something the docents don’t want you to know.
This cake is made by a friend of a friend and goes well with a Blue Bottle Americano.
Cake Succeed
