| Pole | | It's technically illegal to put flyers on poles in San Francisco. Some parts of town are less patrolled than others. |
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| Corner | | The famous intersection of Haight and Ashbury. This is angle conveniently doesn't show The Gap. |
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| Theater | | My favorite movie theater, The Red Vic. |
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| Wasteland | | A large vintage clothing store with a beautiful front. I hate shopping there, though, both because they're overpriced, and what the owner
did after 9/11. Feh. I don't want to talk about it. Forget I even brought it up. |
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| Amoeba | | The largest record store in San Francisco, possibly in
California. There's another location in Los Angeles. This one used to be a bowling alley. (It's a secret, so don't tell anyone.) |
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| Anubis | | Anubis Warpis, where Madeline got three of her tattoos and a couple piercings. Note the extensive magazine rack, filled with all manner of alt publications, and the old-school pr0n towards the back. |
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| Shoe | | Haight Shoe Repair, where I get my boots resoled. They've been around forever, since long before the rest of the world had even heard of Haight Street. I suspect Birkenstocks have not always been welcome, however. |
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| Head | | Inside an anonymous head shop. |
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| Pile | | A group of teenagers. A pile of clothes. Think
about it, won't you? |
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| Daljeet's | | Daljeet's, a store with all sorts of punk
and fetishy clothing.
I bought my first fishnet shirt there, and whenever I want to feel bad about how huge my feet are, I go and look at all the neat boots not available in my size. Problem is, even though this picture was taken from across the street, the music was still so loud
I could barely hear myself think. I swear, the volume level makes Hot Topic seem like a monastery. |
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| Hippie | | A gen-u-ine, All-American, accept-no-imitations hippie,
complete with guitar. Most Haight denizens don't like having their picture taken (a few people got uppity when they saw the camera pointing in their direction), but I gave him some
money so he was more than happy to pose. I normally don't give panhandlers or street musicians money, especially in the Haight, but he was playing "Southern Cross" by Crosby,
Stills & Nash. I associate the song with the first time I did mushrooms, a very pleasant memory, so I would have given him money anyway. Other requirements for me to pay street musicans: performing
any song by Neil Young or Bob Dylan (except for "Blowin' in the Wind"), playing a banjo, or a girl in straw hat. You'd be surprised how many of them there are in this town. One time
in Embarcadero Station there was this cute girl with a hardcore Lucinda Williams thing going on, and—well, I digress...
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| Positively | | I don't think I've ever gone into this store, but
I love the name, a reference to one of my favorite Bob Dylan songs. There's also a store in Santa Cruz called
Positively Front Street. |
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| Books | | Forever After Books, the last of a dying breed:
the truly independent bookstore, used or otherwise. (Used, in this case.) The owner once asked me if he'd seen me at a certain goth club the week before. |
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| Up | | The ceiling of another anonymous head shop.
Reminds me of my bedroom ceiling when I was seventeen. |
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| Legs | | Piedmont Boutique, the big drag
queen store in town. Extremely expensive, the kind of place where the double the price, then take a third off and make it sound like a great deal. |
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| Polka | | Lastly, whatever you do while in the Haight, please don't sit on the dinosaur. |
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