Here's what you're going to do at TIMF 2012: about 20 minutes before sunset (when the sun is touching the tops of the buildings/imminent fog), buy yourself a ticket for the ferris wheel and get in line.  If you get too close to the front of the line before the sky turns bright orange, jump out and go to the back of the line again.  The best five bucks you'll spend inside the festival gates.

[Oh, and feel free to blow up that grainy pano]

Terry Barentsen and Dylan Bigby, whose work we love to feature here on Uptown, teamed up with photographers Jason Maggied and Kyle Emery Peck to roll out a hot new San Francisco-based bicycle photography project, Full Frame Collective.  The photography is killer, the backstories occassionally offer up tips for biking around the city faster, and their logo is a giant burrito.  'nuff said.

Dolores Park-goers this Saturday were greeted to this bit of strange mayoral campaigning: David Chiu and his staff walking around the park in Star Wars costumes and collecting signatures.

I ran into a political reporter from the SF Bay Guardian and when we went to check out the signature-collecting table, trying to figure out if David Chiu was camped out at the table alone, wearing a Storm Trooper helmet and making thousands of day-drinkers question his sanity.  But as we approached the table, Chiu ran up and began one of the most spectacular media whoring conversations I've ever witnessed.  The ordinarily-friendly Chiu became immediately focused, completely ignoring everyone around him besides the Guardian reporter and the staffers he introduced the reporter too.  And after giving the reporter some celebrity-status treatment, he insisted that he have his photo taken with Chewbacca “for the paper.”

Chiu's signature awkward fist bump.

He then led us across the park, kissing ass the entire time, while assembling a crew of supporters for a group shot (not pictured here). He then posed for pictures while the oblivious and apathetic electorate ignored the whole scene, opting to lay on the grass and photograph each other:

After the photo sesh, he grabbed the Guardian reporter, “Can you try to use the shot with all the supporters behind us?”

The new logo is choice, never mind topical.  But what really makes this scene is not the logo, nor the perfectly smug grin of the owner that screams both “We're better than you,” and “We can still afford to pay our players. Sorry, Uribe.”  No, what makes this photo the gem that it is is that stupified gaze of the onlooker that somehow acknowledges that this shirt is among the better shit-talking tees out there.

[Photo by Erik Wilson]