A few weeks ago, we were exploring in the city--stumbling over all the amazing newness of San Francisco. We had a little time to kill waiting for a friend when we found Crepes on Cole...an adorable little crepe place that was open late with a nice, casual, neighborhood feel. As we sat down we overheard a small group of women chatting away about Ab Fab. One of the women was explaining all that is...PATSY. She was doing a terrific job summing up her newfound excitement about this series we've obsessed over since the late 90's. It was so refreshing to hear. People talking about actually interesting things? Hell, people talking at all is a huge advance from Chicago. Everyone was so concerned with remaining invisible there--walking the streets with this vibe of please don't look at me, or even notice me. I know, I know...we are a little over the top, so the difference was just so glaring. It just feels so right here. I can't explain it in words... the friendly people waiting in line at the Treasure Island Flea...talking to you because why not
the courtesy driving--stopping to actually let you in
the way strangers instincts are to just smile at you
the way people dress and act exactly like they want, not looking for your approval...
It's extremely exciting to MOVE to a place you've never been! It's a constant surprise. I was so over living in the city (Chicago, that is). I just didn't want the dirty filth of negativity covering me anymore. The sidewalks like treadmills of people looking straight down, ready to run right into you, and often times stepping right into your shoes! I didn't expect to love San Francisco, not like this. I mean, I knew we would find amazing adventure in it. But this is pure love. I didn't expect a city park that could dwarf a small town--the wilderness and life so blooming everywhere. I honestly don't know what took me so long to make it here--other than my own fear of leaving home. And yes, I miss everyone. Everyone. But I know that this journey is just beginning and each day that passes, it becomes more and more home. I love building it here.
A few of our recent highlights, exploring the city with our new Zeiss lens:
We were lost in the Presidio, enjoying the smooth-vibe, driving of SF. The tunnels, the lights, the wilderness in a city...and BOOM--there was The Bridge. We took an exit and there she stood, like she was waiting for us. Quiet and still, nothing going on...but a beautiful spot to enjoy the Bay.
Since I was a kid, I dreamed of just seeing the studio where Stevie Nicks recorded Rumours. Mariela and her outstanding sleuthing and navigating, took us right to her doors. It was a small victory, but it just felt like we were finally here. Amazing. As I opened the windows and sunroof and kicked up my stereo playing the demo tracks from the Rumours outtakes, it was like you were transported to 1977 and Stevie was wearing her big headphones singing her heart out and the sounds filled the thick forest of trees in that little cove in Sausalito. I'm sure Mick's drums filled that canyon, now covered in multi-millions dollar homes...
Sorcerer, Stevie's song, was actually demo recorded before Rumours, but we felt it fitting for this shot. Maybe our California plate will be a Rumours track! They are all fitting: Dreams, Never Going Back Again, Don't Stop, Go Your Own Way, The Chain, Gold Dust Woman...hahaha.
So as the weekend draws near, I get antsy anticipation to just breathe the air of San Francisco and I look forward to finding our way into her gates again...
And remember...it all drains to the bay around here.