I love Ortega Street on sunny days with her empty avenues that just spill out into Ocean Beach.
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I love Ortega Street on sunny days with her empty avenues that just spill out into Ocean Beach.
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I took these pictures sometime last year during a spectacular Full Moon to the east that was clearly visible as the sun set to the west. It was a really unique and gorgeous day that I proceeded to completely forget about. Now that I’m in the process of swapping out iMacs I find myself stumbling across all of these forgotten pictures that I never got around to posting.
I really dig this spot. This is my Tower of Power. The Sunset Water Reservoir is easily one of the top 5 locations to watch the sunset in San Francisco. It also has a really unique and priceless view of the western SF skyline, yet most of the time it’s half empty if not completely deserted.
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If goldfish ever ruled the earth I would imagine they would live in little suburban units like these two.
So I was making fun of this house a few weeks ago.
Lord knows why anyone would think it’s a good idea to build a wood shingle kind of room on top of a sickly green colored room and call it a house, but hey. It’s a free country. I had a nice chuckle at my neighbors expense and then went on about my business.
Then while taking a new way home the other day I discovered this guy.
One house with a wood shingle kind of room built on top of a sickly green colored room and I can chalk that up to the actions of a lone nut.
But TWO houses with a wood shingle kind of room built on top of a sickly green colored room, both just a few blocks away from each other?
Now we’re talking about a conspiracy.
Photo courtesy of Mike&Maaike
I’m still a big fan of all the skating pictures + videos in The Outer Sunset with those signature loud and tacky colors in the background. This is my home.
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Amazing succulent on Ortega Street with junk the length of a telephone pole bursting through the ubiquitous cobweb of overhead electrical lines.
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OK. Here’s my pitch –
Morgan Freeman is this ninja cyborg from a dystopian future where angry whales rule the world. He had his arm bit off by a dolphin in Vietnam and now he spends his time as a private investigator in Hawaii where he devotes one hour each week to having adventures and helping people with their problems. Ernest Borgnine is this one eyed, salt of the earth, sailor type that’s the Higgins of the team.
Oh! And it’s animated too! But in this retro Heavy Metal meets Yellow Submarine psychedelic style.
There.
Now put that on my car.
I’m just going to keep parking my magnum opus on your block till Hollywood starts returning my calls.
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I just finished reading Little Boxes: The Architecture of a Classic Midcentury Suburb and was kind of surprised to learn that Outer Sunset OG Henry Doelger was originally against Art Deco homes. He said that he always associated them with fast food joints, but when he was building his second empire in Daly City he was really turned on by what he called the “Fish n’ Chips” style of homes (It’s the pink one on the cover, the green one below it, and then check out the fucking killer living room money shot at the end.) and started to crank those out like nobodies business.
I thought that was a remarkable statement because whenever I look at Art Deco homes a part of me thinks of fast food as well and how often is it that you find yourself agreeing on something like modern architecture with someone who was born in 1896?
The Outer Sunset is a really unique living museum of Indestructible American Suburban Architecture and you can find some great Art Deco gems scattered about out here over here and there. I just discovered this guy the other day.
I’m really digging that top hat with the blue stripes.
A part of me is convinced that at any moment a Norman Rockwell era Betty will just zip up to me on these rad 1950s roller-skates and a uniform with a blue striped paper hat with my order of a burger, shake, and animal style fries.
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Somewhere along the line my girlfriend granted herself veto power over what I get to wear whenever we go out at night. If she feels like whatever I’m wearing is clashing she only has to say “That don’t match!” and either I have to change my outfit or if I try and argue the point my life becomes an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm.
“That don’t match!” has become one of our inside jokes, a catch phrase that perfectly sums up when we see anything that instinctively was not meant to be together. That phrase also happens to perfectly sum up this house that has the worst 3rd floor addition in The Outer Sunset and quite possibly all of San Francisco.
Oh. My. Lord.
It’s like a tsunami took one house and washed it onto the roof of another house.
It’s like Homer Simposn got wasted one week and built a tree fort for the kids on the roof of his house. And nobody stopped him.
This beauty is on or west of the 47th Ave parallel, where the houses get Twilight Zone weird out here and a part of me loves it for that. It’s a reminder that the spirit of Carville still lives on out here by the beach. You can hire Homer Simpson to build the most ridiculous addition to your home out here and No One Will Stop You.
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Or at least it was advertised as a Critical Mass Bonfire.
There was already well over a hundred people manning all of the Burning Man Bonfire Pits a good hour before sundown and before any of the riders showed up. After sundown most of the Critical Mass kids decided to stay up on the street with their open containers and get arrested. Welcome to the Sunset, hipster. Regardless, it was a glorious San Diego day at the beach; low-70s, no clouds, minimal winds, and lots of sun. What a perfect excuse for San Francisco to go hang out at the beach.
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Tripping Out on the Architecture of The Outer Sunset along the Great Highway