seapunk

In a sharp, Four Loko-y departure from the PBR era of hipster culture, alt SOMA venue DNA Lounge has introduced a disgusting new cocktail aimed at stroking the whimsy of seapunks. And how fortunate for us! While the past few months in San Francisco has seen everything from murals to fashion to daywalkers from which to draw everyday inspiration, no one has really told us how to drink like a seapunk.
So, how does it taste?
Doctor Popular assured me that it tasted a lot like seawater so I guess he was feeling the waves.
If by "waves" you mean nausea, because this shit literally sounds like bile.
Anyway, anyone have eight bucks I can borrow?
[via Pixelhaunt]
Previously on Uptown Almanac
THAR SHE BLOWS.Seapunk made a big splash (zing!) in the Chronicle recently. Or at least on their 72-year-old website. Either way, the city's biggest publication has deemed the burgeoning Tumblr 'movement' and the aspiring fashionistas of the Academy of Art that are embracing the trend worthy of their precious attention, further strengthening the argument that seapunk is, in fact, a "thing":
Recently, Academy of Art University students from the School of Industrial Design and the School of Fashion worked in collaboration with the Monterey Bay Aquarium to create unique designs using recycled materials. The resulting installation, “Sea Fashion Challenge,” was on display for the month of January at Atelier, at 79 New Montgomery.
The Monterey Bay Aquarium donated existing large scale banners to AAU and challenged students to create their own innovative designs with the repurposed materials. The 10 compelling design pieces now on display are also featured here on SFGate, where the public can vote on their favorite piece of work, with prizes to be awarded to the winning designs. [Read on]
Is this the high water mark--the point we see the wave of aquatic culture break and roll back? We can only hope.
(Thanks for the heads up, Andrew!)
Previously on Uptown Almanac

It's only been a week since San Francisco became host to the world's first seapunk mural. Now the blue hairs are already turning up in the Mission's otherwise venerable fashion blogs. And while this girl isn't sewing her legs together into a flipper shape or tattooing gills on her face, it looks like the Mission has another bona fide subculture to pretend to understand.
(Also worth noting, Kreayshawn just got behind this whole seapunk thing. Should this go any further, we'll be watching spunkers scuttle around Dolores Park like crabs by summer.)
Previously on Uptown Almanac

Did you know that "seapunk" is a "thing"? I didn't until I came across this bizarre and frightening mural of a subdued shark with sailor tats and an squid rocking a gnarly sound system in place of suctions cups the other day. Confused, aloof, and probably drunk, I consulted with the googles about what kind of delusional paranoia could be behind such a creation.
I'm not quiet sure how I got there--I think I searched for something like "ocean punk tattoos hermit crab weird bassnecter"--but, eventually, I found this:
What is Sea Punk? A guide out of your ignorance.
The term “Sea Punk,” perhaps originally taken from the work of photographer Andrew Ceciliato, now has come to refer to a unique style of fashion that incorporates the shock value of punk and the “kawaii” nature of mermaids. The movement mixes studs, spikes, colored hair, seashells, aliens, yin yang and other religious/spiritual symbols, and other oddball items. The ideas of punk can be seen in its rather shocking, rebellious nature. A very “kawaii”-like fashion style, Sea Punk incorporates hair colors like pink, blue, and green. Main inspirations are japanese street fashion, punk, and internet fashion.

To summarize: kids are dressing up like goth mermaids and dying their hair blue and I'm old and don't get it.
But there's a whole culture behind this seapunk shit--music, DIY Etsy fashion, and, naturally, very dedicated and hilarious haters. And San Francisco, always being at the forefront of whatever youth movement du jour that ails our Great Society, seems ready to literally paint our walls in acceptance of it.

(Also, if these kids ever move to San Francisco en masse, I'm fleeing to a cabin in Colorado where I'll squander my remaining years rocking back and forth in a sad chair on my porch, my saggy dog at my side and a loaded shotgun on my lap, yelling at rustling bushes and the drug-enduced apparitions to get the hell off my lawn.)

For the interested, you can see the damn thing for yourself at on Market Street at 12th. Bring goggles and a harpoon.
Good night, and good luck.

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