Fashion

Bicycle Pinup Party Tonight at Photobooth

Thought You Knew's somewhat controversial bicycle pinup calendar is making its West Coast debut at tonight at Photobooth.  Photobooth promises the presence of lovely ladies, sexy pinup art, hot bikes, and hella tintype photography—presumably this show is BYOB.

For the unfamiliar, this is what TyK's calendar is all about:

Beyond putting the most slammin’ hot pinups possible onto a calendar page, TyK is dedicated to helping women become more confident. Confident not only on their bikes, but in the rest of their lives. Cycling once freed women from the strict requirements of fashion, providing an excuse to untie their corsets and don bloomers rather than long skirts. The mobility that a bicycle brought to those women was even more empowering.

TyK’s pinups draw on that same tradition of empowerment through the personal mobility, while also letting women find confidence in the ownership of their sexuality. The experience of being the center of attention during their photo shoot does not fade when the lights go down and the hairspray washes out. Each woman carries her pinup self with her wherever she goes, into board rooms or bike shops.

TyK's Alexis Finch also describes the project as a way to break down the pervasive stereotypes of women in the cycling world as being either “totally girly or as one of the guys.”

A pinup girl owns her sexuality. The tiny little peek of an ankle that you get to see; it's the flirtatious look over a shoulder. It's about knowing what you've got, and giving it out in whatever dose you feel like giving it. For women in the cycling community, where your sexuality has been so much of a detriment to being taken seriously…if you can realize the power that that has, it makes it a lot easier to walk in to a shop and be like: yeah, I got all this, but I also know how to fix a flat.

You can read more about the project over at The A.V. Club, or just head over Photobooth (1193 Valencia @ 23rd) tonight at 7.

Mr. Pickle Costume Sparks Mild Controversy Among Shitfaced Partygoers

As the piss-drunk Jesus sitting next to me so dickishly exclaimed when I snapped this pic, “THAT'S THE WORST FUCKING MR. PICKLE'S I'VE EVER SEEN!”

… says a guy dressed in a toga and a shit-brown sash.

See, tackling a cylindrical Mission icon like Mr. Pickle is no fucking joke. You need two pepper-filled bandoliers, some way of mimicking his bloated, vinegar-riddled body without sacrificing mobility, and a hat the size of some small adults.  Never mind figuring out a way to carry around delicious veggie Station 7 lathered in pesto without being accosted by every famished boy and girl in dire need of some hot sando action.

While all this truth was being broken down to shitty Jesus, Mr. Pickle remained cool and collected—staying above the fray, quietly guzzling bourbon while Jesus continued to hurl ineffectual insults.  The tactic worked; eventually Jesus backed down and shifted his energy to molesting a bottle of zinfandel.

So next time Your Savior is tanked and talking trash, just ask yourself: What Would Mr. Pickle Do?

Shotwell's New T-Shirt Design Looks Mighty Fine

Apparently Shotwell's Bar held a t-shirt design contest this summer (which, had I known about, would have received some additional unintelligible 1a.m. submissions) and local cartoonists/Shitty Kitty mongerers Telephone & Soup brought it home with the above design.  Set to white, price unknown, available now next week at Shotwell's.

[Telephone & Soup]

Giants Merch Gets Cheap

I have no idea how this is legal I have no idea how this operation hasn't been shut down yet, but this guy has been hawking LET TIM SMOKE and other Giants merch in a ZipCar parking spot at 24th and Valencia for five goddamn bucks over the last few weeks.  Considering the very same shirts were being sold out of cardboard boxes along the Harrison bike lane some nine months ago for four-to-five times the price, it seems that even our local t-shirt profiteers have given up on this year's chances of winning a championship and are offloading whatever stolen goods they have left.

Are Babies "The New Hip"?

Wendy MacNaughton seems to think so, but I'm not sold.  Sure, just the other day I was lamenting getting stuck behind a lunch-time stroller procession down Valencia Street, but proximity to bike shops and Blondie's hardly makes something hip.  Plus, anyone who channels Brian Wilson and puts a matching flaccid cotton condom atop their child's head should be smacked the fuck up.

But the reality is that first-wave cool kids can't suppress their parental instincts with pugs and alcohol addiction forever, so we might as well brace ourselves for people trying to convince us their regrettable decision is trendy.

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