You might have noticed that I’ll reference a guy called “Jim” or “The Bearded One” from time to time on here. If anyone told him when he was growing up that he’d be featured on a fashion blog someday, he probably would have pulled his Chicago Cubs hat down low and challenged you to a duel.
It’s amazing how your life can change when you marry a fashion blogger, no?
Jim takes almost all of my outfit photos, and it’s been quite a process to go from “Um, I took one picture of your dress, can we be done?” to snapping dozens of photos to make sure we cover the outfit, details, and context of whatever cool place we’re in. He’d never call himself a “real photographer,” but in his other work in photography, he captures things about San Francisco that I had never even noticed.
You see, Jim’s a street photographer in his spare time. That kind of art is all about capturing a spontaneous moment in time as opposed to a I’m-not-posing-casual-pose. When I’m drinking wine with my girlfriends or watching tv at home, Jim is off on a solitary trek through the city armed with nothing but a camera and patience.
Jim’s photography and his eye for capturing the unusual in everyday life are much of what inspired me to turn Sanfranista into a fashion/San Francisco life hybrid. I love photos of awesome shoes as much as the next person, but my favorite personal style blogs tell a story about why they chose their outfit and where they wore it. My blog certainly isn’t street photography, but I still want to showcase my love affair with San Francisco along with the dress I’m wearing.
If you’d like to learn more about the bearded man behind the camera, check out his Tumblr here.
And finally, a portrait of the photographer himself (taken by yours truly!):
Immediately after taking this photo, I said out loud, “This latte is so cool, it should really be iced.” This is what brunch with me is like, folks. My husband is truly the most tolerant man in the world. Thanks to Jane on Fillmore for providing the fabulously well-coordinated latte mug and tabletop pattern- is that chic or what?
I always love a fashion show, whether it’s a giant production with pyrotechnics or a casual line of models cutting through a crowd. Monday’s Fashion/Tech PR Reception showcased looks from West Coast Leather, a line of totally wearable leather dresses that make me reconsider my leather-for-accessories-only stance.
Betcha thought I’d get all the way through a week’s worth of snaps without including a photo of the bridge, huh? Well, you thought wrong.
That’s right- not one but TWO bridge photos!
Make fun of me if you wish. It really was amazing how perfectly timed our walk across the bridge was, though, since you can only capture the shadow like this during a brief window of time.
Sometimes, one plaid isn’t enough. Some days just call for two.
And by “some days,” I mean at least once a week.
MICHAEL Michael Kors sweaterdress, BCBG coat, Vince Camuto boots
Before moving to San Francisco, it never occurred to me that people would wait in line to eat at a restaurant. Growing up in rural Minnesota, the only restaurant that had a line outside was the Olive Garden in the local strip mall. I really didn’t get it; why would people in shows like Sex and the City willingly wait in line to get into a bar or club? Why not go to another one down the street? Now that I think about it, Carrie Bradshaw never had to wait in line, but you see my point.
However, some intelligent restauranteurs realized that waiting in line for a table becomes a lot more fun if you’re allowed to drink wine when you do it. At Pizzeria Delfina in Pacific Heights, patient patrons lounge against interestingly back-lit metal bench-things while sipping a glass of wine or locally brewed beer. Sometimes that glass refills itself, especially if the wait is over an hour. Hey, you’ve got to keep up your strength!
This MICHAEL Michael Kors sweaterdress is the newest addition to my “everyday sequins” movement (for those unaware, I kind of have a thing with wearing sequins in completely inappropriate situations, like to a casual dinner or grocery shopping). Even though it’s more than slightly sparkly, the loose fit and long sleeves feel a little more neighborhood pub than martini bar. I dressed it down even more with my beloved Winchell boots, which always lend a little comfy glamour to a night on the town.
This pizza was delicious, but the best part was sitting outside and taking in the scene. Whenever I go out at night, I usually stalk straight to the bus and then zip into the bar/club/restaurant as soon as I arrive. It’s rare that I just hang out and people-watch, but I think I’m going to have to start waiting in line a little more often.