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I've got your Mission Friday night adventure all laid out. Some Mission filmmakers made a film in the Mission (and Wyoming) and are premiering it tonight at an oldschool Mission cinema, and then they're throwing an afterparty at a Mission warehouse. "The Advice Of Strangers" is a stylish film about a starry-eyed lover on a drunken search for a girl after an New Years Eve party. The film was made on an $80,000 grant, so it looks decidedly unshitty, combining both gleaming color and epic high-contrast B&W.
Watch the trailer and buy discounted $5 tickets here on their Kickstarter. You'll get admission ito the premier at The Victoria Theatre on 16th between Mission and Van Ness, as well as a swanky afterparty nearby. Tickets are also available at the door, but bigger donations net you photographs from local artiste Alex Greenburg.
A typical 3-D film costs you $20 that goes directly up the nose of some ass-hat in Hollywood. For much cheaper you get a full night of homegrown entertainment, and you get to keep that money in town.
People talk a lot about the local art scene. Well here it is. Make it date night, roll up with your bros, or wear your black film buff turtleneck and go by yourself.
Turns out we're not the only clever ones.
Someecards, who make ridiculous things you can sub in for your lame default Facebook birthday wall posts, has put together a collection of tongue-in-cheek fliers. Another site posted these first, but they let the riff-raff in, so I recommend this better curated version.
Personally, I would have taken the "Adda boy" strip, because that would have made the experience even more special for him.
What signage will be subverted next? How about those change in ownership notices? Yes, this is a formal invitation to list Gavin or your other favorite punching bag as the proud new proprietor of a Mission St nudie arcade.
Basically they looked at which girls on the site got the most messages from guys. Turns out being a prim & proper, traditionally beautiful girl won't get you hit on as much as being unkempt and tattooed.
See, hipster fashion is polarizing, even amongst hipster guys. Some dudes like bangs and vintage dresses, some like neon v-necks and hightops, and some like black leather and chunks of metal in a lady's face.
Girls with this effect on men -- the ones some guys thought were really hot and others thought were too strange, the ones who got lots of 5's and 1's on a 5 star attractiveness rating system, received many more messages than mainstream girls who were consistently rated a cute 4 out of 5 stars by most men.
AKA hipster chicks that guys have a wide range of opinions on get more attention than sorority girls who everyone thinks are attractive.
The reason is that guys see kooky hipster girl and think, "I'm probably the only person who digs her. There's less competition so I have a better shot. I'll go talk to/message her." Meanwhile, guys see a barbie doll and think, "She probably gets hit on non-stop. There's no way she'd like me more than the other guys. I'm better off not even trying."
Yeah, there's a bunch of confounding variables including the fact that the beefcake pretty boys who would message sorority girls are too busy gym/tan/laundry'ing to use dating websites.
Still, this is a win for self-expression and alternative fashion. I've definitely been following this behavior pattern my whole life. Women should take this as free license to do whatever they damn well please with their appearance.
Will these findings usher in a migration of Marina girls to the Mission? Guys, have you always subconsciously gravitated towards "different" girls? Ladies, can you confirm this theory or call shenanigans on it? 'Cause I'm not seeing too many shenanigans.
[Note: This post is not meant to objectify women. I'm a respectful appreciator, so please don't grab your pitchforks and torches.]
Rimmed with fire, watchful and intent, the neon slit is a window into nothing. From high upon some great warehouse next to Jack in the Box there stabs southeast a rainbow flame, the flicker of which strikes acid flashbacks into all caught within its gaze.
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JJ9KLk9_SU&fmt=35 for ye of RSS. Music by Four Tet]
The locals no not from whence it came, but said it has hung above the 300 block of Bayshore Blvd between Cortland and Oakdale for months. Venture forth into this otherwise forgotten district, and let the lights irradiate.
Some people think graffiti turns a routine commute into an ever-evolving art adventure. Others think the disrespectful cretins shouldn't litter the city with their masturbatory scribbles. But most can agree that buffed-over street art leaves walls looking shitty.
Englishman Mobstr has been exploring the issue with the assistance of the Newcastle City Council.
Visit Vandalog for the explosive conclusion, or check out the rest of Mobstr's street and gallery-satirizing work on his Flickr.
Could businesses type over their own buffs as a cheaper, easier way than hiring muralists to discourage the crummy taggers? Or must everything be overrun with blue dogs?
[Tip courtesy of BardotBardot, who you should follow, for she is considerably funnier than your friends.]
Previously on Uptown Almanac
Had your fill of busted parties, slutty nurses, and poorly executed concept costumes this weekend? Join the Mission Día de los Muertos Procession, which sees thousands in skeleton makeup carrying candles through the streets, some solemnly, others dancing and playing instruments.
There's a tangible feeling of respect for those who've passed which is evident in this gorgeous HD video of last year's procession soundtracked by SF band Girls' epic "Hellhole Ratrace".
[Originally posted by Mission Mission]
Despite not reaching their $6000 funndraising goal which was apparently necessary to pay for the event permit, the Procession will begin at 7pm sharp, Tuesday night at 22nd and Bryant (El Metate pre-party). Public altars honoring the dead will be on display from 4-10:30pm at Garfield Park.
Not sure where my $7 donation will go, but the decision will surely piss off someone. Arguments about cultural tourism, gentrification, and whether 20-somethings in skinny jeans can appreciate anything break out on every comment reel.
So if you go, don't bring alcohol and try to dress up a bit so we can sew the lips shut on some of these naysayers. Meanwhile, naysayers, you better be building altars for your hater ancestors right now.
Previously on Uptown Almanac
A poster cursed at me yesterday. Yet somehow, it's going to lead me to become more cultured.
Skateboard and musician photographer Glen E. Friedman and Obey Giant's chief graffiti officer Shepard Fairey are exhibiting a collection of their collabos at 941Geary. Fairey has applied his trademark vellum sketch style to some of Freidman's classic shots to create works that are once "yeah, I already saw that. The Obama poster, right?" but maintain a "wait, that's actually a pretty great photo under there". See their altered Public Enemy below:
[Glen E. Friedman x Shepard Fairey image courtesy of obeygiant.com]
Opening reception at 941Geary is November 6th from 6-9pm, with the exhibit showing until the end of 2010.
Their promotional materials still aren't as good as Bart Simpson's campaign poster:
Ever mucked about on the Potrero Del Sol Park playground? You know, the skateboarder-y Dolores alternative with the multi-person swing and diagonal spinning chair of happiness? If not, learn yourself. If so, you might have noticed a wad of crummy tin-roofed warehouses stuffed under the 101.
One of those warehouses, goforaloop Gallery, has arranged a free masquerade party on Saturday night. Performances include wiry LA rock'n'rollers Queen Caveat, and ~wait what~, a mash-up DJ whose subtlety will shatter the awful impression you've gotten from the brazen tossers who play at Bootie. The kid also produced the B.I.G./London art rock mixup album The Notorious xx.
Behold their Lil Jon en-crunked event page.
I hate this band The National. So while the flannel set were droning to their supremely unexciting set at Treasure Island Music Festival, I decided to keep my negativity to myself by browsing the vendors. That's where I met Mary Weather, aka Judy Elkan, a local screen printer who lets you buy your favorite free Mission landmarks in clothing form. She takes photos, sometimes collages them together as she did for this Dolores Park number, and applies them to [vertically integrated apparel brand] t-shirts and tank tops.
Now you can be surrounded by the Sutro Trident of Hope, mafia-organized ice cream vendors, and piles of bicycles regardless of where you spend your Saturdays.
Judy says the cops told her to get permit last year, but when she found out that only allowed her to sell at the Ferry Building, she defiantly raised a fist and set up her blanket/storefront at Dolores Park. Apparently the po po haven't given her any guff this year.
Sucks for Blue Bottle because the park is apparently a very lucrative spot. "My best day I made $400 in 3 hours" says Elkan.
Where do we draw the line on commercializing public spaces? Is Mary Weather eroding the fabric of the neighborhood by selling water-based fabric ink hand prints? Is this the first step on the road towards Mission souvenir shops and mass produced "I ♥ Dolores Park" mugs?
Or is this Count Chocula shirt cool enough to make you forget your morals?