fast divorce, slow car; life uphill.

fast divorce, slow car; life uphill.

Stone Lagoon, CA 3, 2008 From the series Lakes and Reservoirs C-Print soaked in Stone Lagoon water 30” × 40”Matthew Brandt
 

Stone Lagoon, CA 3, 2008 
From the series Lakes and Reservoirs 
C-Print soaked in Stone Lagoon water 
30” × 40”
Matthew Brandt

 

California’s Bay Area at Night (NASA, International Space Station, 12/26/10)

California’s Bay Area at Night (NASA, International Space Station, 12/26/10)

Directed and shot by Lauren Randolph and Ryan Schude

Directed and shot by Lauren Randolph and Ryan Schude

photo of Herman Miller Offices for Monocle by Daniel Shea

photo of Herman Miller Offices for Monocle by Daniel Shea

from the series “Boulevard,” Katy Grannan

from the series “Boulevard,” Katy Grannan

veritas in res publica


Half the time I spend dumbfounded and in love with it has me asking myself whether or not it’s real, but San Francisco is still the easiest city in the world to have a crush on.
Waste your time falling in love in Venice or in Paris but fall in love with San Francisco. Do it for the Pacific sea breezes, the endless supply of succulent California-fat produce and dizzyingly good wine, the accidental panoramas scattered throughout the city, and, of course, the slow and sinuous afternoons where fog snakes over hills to swallows it to make you question whether it was all just a dream. READ MORE!

Half the time I spend dumbfounded and in love with it has me asking myself whether or not it’s real, but San Francisco is still the easiest city in the world to have a crush on.

Waste your time falling in love in Venice or in Paris but fall in love with San Francisco. Do it for the Pacific sea breezes, the endless supply of succulent California-fat produce and dizzyingly good wine, the accidental panoramas scattered throughout the city, and, of course, the slow and sinuous afternoons where fog snakes over hills to swallows it to make you question whether it was all just a dream. READ MORE!

Traffic Sign Shop, San Francisco

Traffic Sign Shop, San Francisco

Oil Tanker and Refineries Pasadena, Texas, USA, 2004  by Edward Burtynsky

Oil Tanker and Refineries Pasadena, Texas, USA, 2004  by Edward Burtynsky

Oil Fields #27 Bakersfield, California, USA, 2004 by Edward Burtynsky
This, taken to it’s [il?]logical extreme

Oil Fields #27 Bakersfield, California, USA, 2004 by Edward Burtynsky

This, taken to it’s [il?]logical extreme

This is one of the trying mornings for me, as I now have to leave my family, or back out. Suffice it to stay, we started.” Suffice it to say. Don’t examine your feelings, they’re no help at all. Never take no cutoffs and hurry along as fast as you can. We need a goddamn South American revolutionary mixed up in this thing like a hole in the head. This was a california girl, and she was raised on a history that placed not much emphasis on why.
The extent to which certain places dominate the California imagination is apprehended, even by Californians, only dimly. Deriving not only from the landscape but from the claiming of it, from the romance of emigration, the radical abandonment of established attachments, this imagination remains obdurately symbolic, tending to locate lessons in what the rest of the country perceives only as scenery. Yosemite, for example, remains what Kevin Starr has called “one of the primary California symbols, a fixed factor of identity for all those who sought a primarily Californian aesthetic”. Both the community of and the coastline at Carmel have a symbolic meaning lost to the contemporary visitor, a lingering allusion to art as freedom, freedom as craft, the “bohemian” pantheism of the early twentieth century. The Golden Gate Bridge, referring as it does to both the infinite and technology, suggests, to the Californian, a quite complex representations of land’s end, and also of its beginning.
And this is how it went: what he would like to do, he had told any number of people over the years (I recall first hearing it from George Will, who cautioned me not to tell it because conversations with presidents were privileged), was take the leader of the Soviet Union (who this leader would be was another of those details outside the frame) on a flight to Los Angeles. When the plane came in low over the middle-class subdivisions that stretch from the San Bernardino mountains to LAX, he would direct the leader of the Soviet Union to the window, and point out all the swimming pools below. ‘Those are the pools of the capitalists,’ the leader of the Soviet Union would say. ‘No,’ the leader of the free world would say. ‘Those are the pools of the workers.’