Still Shots on a Sunday. A Day in Photos.

Still Shots on a Sunday. A Day in Photos.
It’s in the stillness of time, I find myself rooted.
It’s any sunday. The one I love to repeat. Press play, sit on the couch all morning until the city calls our name. Step out, hear the sounds, take the loop up through North Beach, then China Town until it spits us out onto the Embarcadero.
It’s any Sunday, photos of stillness…

A slow start to the morning
Weather check on the balcony
A quiet venture out
China Town Views
Till dusk settles in at the Embarcadero
We take the F Train home.

Stream of Consciousness in Japantown, SF

Stream of Consciousness in Japantown, SF

In San Francisco’s Japan Town District, located above the Western Addition, you will find the 38 Geary bus that takes you across the city; Ocean Beach to the Financial District.

Japan Town sits right in the middle, on one of the higher topography points in the city, facing only Twin Peaks, with Russian Hill on it’s shoulders in the north. My inner map may be a bit off, as I am writing this from my passive memory having lived in the Richmond District for seven years before I moved downtown. Whenever I envision Japan Town, I have this image of myself sitting on the bus feeling the caterpillar slug over the downtown crest of Gough Street into the burbs of Laurel Heights and into the Sunset District. An interaction I passed everyday, but never fully can remember the details; slowly bobbing my head on the way home from a long day of retail work waking up just in time to get off at my stop on 6th Avenue…

I rode my bike that day, from my apartment in the Tenderloin. I was nervous I was going to hit some gnarly hills. It was rather easy along the McAllister bike route. I remember it being humid and gray; I was hungry and ready to chow down on some sushi and green tea ice cream.

We found a fun little sushi spot where each plate came out on a conveyor belt that wrapped around the restaurant and all you had to do was pick one up and start eating it. The plates were color coded, so yellow was your most basic sushi, and blue was fancier, etc. It was a fun little experience, I could tell it made everyone a little giddy, and perhaps a bit overeager to try everything, more than you would have if you just ordered off the menu. I guess that was all part of their plan…

There happened to be some festival that day, and my friend Sarah swore we saw a celebrity while we stood in line for the green tea ice cream. But I’m not good with pop culture stuff, so I just shrugged and she laughed at me…

And so, I snapped this photo, while this group danced to some Japanese war music; loud drum noises accompanied by abrupt coordinated movements. It was very energizing to watch, it made me think about my own ethnicity of my two mixed cultures, and my eagerness to be a part of both. Growing up both Filipino and Mexican in white suburbia made me feel a bit marginalized when meeting other Filipinos and Mexicans, I didn’t speak either language very well, and so I was quickly dismissed as being one of them. I guess in these moments of being excluded from them makes me feel truly American. America will constantly ask you where you are from, but where my mother and father’s blood originates from is foreign to me. I am from here, but here will always see me as a product of there…

..In this moment, I stood and admired how these Japanese dancers had their culture to stand by, and how their culture embraced them back.

The rest of the story… well, Sarah and I just drank a lot of tea and looked at a bunch of awesome Japanese stationery and trinkets. We talked about adult friendships how to break them off when they aren’t serving you well and how to recognize the good ones; we talked about the possibilities of moving out of the city or even to another state along the west coast – Oregon, perhaps…

It was a great day, highly caffeinated and full bellied.

The Gypsy Jazz Temple & The Flea Market | Paris, France

The Gypsy Jazz Temple & The Flea Market | Paris, France

We spent the afternoon walking through the 18th arrondissemont and found ourselves at La Chope des Puces. It was our 8th day in Paris and we couldn’t believe we hadn’t seen live music; stumbling upon this was more than we could have asked for. This was the Gypsy Jazz Temple where the legendary Django Reinhardt played. This bar is known to house some of the best gypsy jazz musicians, some of which are descendants of Reinhardt himself.

Everyone has heard a lick or two from Django whether they know it or not. Here are my top three:

1. Minor Swing

2. Dark Eyes

3. Night and Day

While we were there, we stumbled upon the flea market – Le Marché dux Puces de Clignancourt. This flea market is a maze full of awesome antiques and art. We got separated at one point, and while looking for our friend, I found the coolest, authentic restaurant tucked in the back- you can see it in my video below.


A Place to Hang When It's Nice Out | Embarcadero, SF

A Place to Hang When It's Nice Out | Embarcadero, SF

Not a lot of people know about the bocce ball courts at the Embarcaderro! This is a favorite spot of ours when we want to enjoy the nice weather and don’t necessarily want to spend too much money to be a part of the city buzz. We picked up a set at a garage sale and it has served to be one of the best purchases we ever made. It’s located right across the Ferry Building @ 10 Market St. 94105 , bocce balls not included.

Other notable bocce ball courts with balls included are:

Javabeach Cafe

The Hidden Vine

STEM kitchen and Garden

Jones Bar | Tender Nob, SF

Jones Bar | Tender Nob, SF

It’s happy hour in the city, and the weather is great. Where should you go? Jones Bar located at the base of Nob Hill, 620 Jones street. With a great patio that sits above the street, you can enjoy a rooftop-like scene in the middle of downtown San Francisco. Be sure to try their Rosé Slush- my favorite drink.

Camera: Minnolta x700

Film: Kodak 400

Model: Luis Quiroz