Ooh La La
'Course, any trip to San Francisco would be incomplete without seeing these two cats. Jeremy and Lauren, always tons of fun, and friends who stick with ya. Like Jeremy said, we're like DVDs on pause--you'll hit play and pick right up where you left off. Greatest times, guys!
All I said was 'Can I take a picture of you guys?'
The Finnish Guy Who Went Up A Mountain And Came Down A Hill
This one is for Oso, Janne and Tappo. I took Raphael's big mother of a bike up Twin Peaks today. And I had just the hangover for it, too. The wind was pretty brutal up there, as usual, but still managed to get up the hill after a few...photo breaks.
Photo bombing the Sutro.
Disgustingly hard as it was to ride up, gravity took me down in two shakes. That's the way it goes!
And as I was chilling out in SoMa later on, look who I ran into. San Francisco is such a village, you'll just bump into guys on the street. Beers tonight, Sami!
Sami on a cigarette break.
Just a Little Off the Top, Please
If you ever feel like having a straight edge taken to your face, I know just the guy. First visited Louie's Barbershop on Castro back in 2009 on a road trip. I wanted to get an American shave and a little asking around got me this address. And when I was last staying in the city, Don was in charge of my hair, and no one else. A gentleman and a master barber.
Don, the sweetest guy. With facial hair like none other.
So, this place is the real thing. Been around since the 1930's and still going strong. Black and white diamond tile flooring, old school chairs, total walk-in--this is the good stuff. And I can't go on about the shave long enough. Lather, hot towel, straight edge razor, with some Bay Rum to finish it all up. (Bay Rum is supposedly the only fragrance that can overpower cigar smoke. Snap!)
Old school. Good times.
Kick back, why don't you?