• Nice Things Now

Contact

leah at agirlandaboy dot com

Et Cetera

About Leah (It's not my real name!)

Twitter!

I Also Write Here

  • Syle Lush
BlogHer Book Club Reviewer
September 26, 2006

Proof That Everyone in San Francisco Is Crazy, Part I

Soooooooo. Last weekend we hung out with the ecstacy crowd, the crystal meth crowd, and the pot crowd. We also saw lots of naked people. Lots and lots. So very many.

Friday was the San Francisco LoveFest (our version of the famous Berlin Love Parade), and since neither Simon nor I had attended this particular celebration in the past, we decided to go check it out. Besides, we love love just as much as--if not more than--the next guy, wouldn't you say?

lovefestus.gif

The thing that sets this parade apart from most others is that although there are official floats (i.e., buses and flat-bed trucks decorated with balloons and happy dancing people), there aren't really any official spectators. Everyone in attendance is part of the show, and the whole teeming crowd pretty much just flows through the main artery of downtown San Francisco in their fairy wings and sparkly hotpants skipping and hugging and drinking out of brown paper bags. The parade ends at City Hall, where there are various food booths with a multitude of deep-fried delicacies and at least a dozen stages hosting d.j.s blaring techno explosions of atomic proportions.

This would be the ecstacy crowd--mostly straight college-age kids in their "experimental" phases, as far as I could see. It's pretty easy to tell the real freaks from the fake freaks (yes, I am obsessed with authenticity), and it was really top-notch gawker territory if you're into that sort of thing, which Simon and I definitely are. He wore a T-shirt that said "Rub My Wiener for Good Luck" under a picture of a velvet dauchsand (only one strange woman rubbed his chest, and it wasn't me) and I wore my heart-shaped sun-glasses, as you saw, and also a sensible black tank top with a sensible three-quarter-length khaki skirt and my sensible, dirty, gross, and comfortable tennis shoes. I looked like an Amish girl on Spring Break. I took special care to smear sunscreen on my virgin ankles.

We were so low-key we stood out like nudists at Bible camp, although, thinking back, I don't actually recall seeing any naked people at LoveFest. But that might be because my memory of LoveFest has been distorted by the overwhelming number of bare asses I saw on Sunday, at the Folsom Street Fair. The FSF might be a little over the top for a few of you, so you'll probably want to just stick to the pictures of LoveFest, which can be seen by clicking the link below. The photos themselves probably say more about me and how I feel about people and faces than anything else, but that's not to say that they don't also tell you a little something about San Francisco.

(I just realized that this is A LOT of pictures. I probably should have just Flickered them all to begin with. I hope you like them.)

(If you're here for the Folsom Street Fair photos, click here!)

lovefest4.gif

lovefest1.gif

lovefest3.gif

lovefest2.gif

lovefest5.gif

14 Comments

Purple guy is my favourite...great photos but I reckon his is the best...completely expressive in body language only!

I'm diggin' those pink platform boots!

Makes me look forward to the annual Halloween Carnival in West Hollywood!

I saw boobies! And the hint of pubes! Great photos...you captured much beauty, and some weirdness. I loved the photos.

great shots. if there's a crowd that doesn't mind candids being taken, it's a love parade crowd, and you took full advantage.

i missed this year's parade, sadly. had tickets for the cal football game and then a soccer game to play. went last year though, and saw much nakedness. also saw what we thought was an impromptu anti-war protest, blocking one of the streets next to city hall.just some very young kids in the middle of the street, blocking traffic. my pics didn't come out too well. i did get a pic of the yogi guy, same one you got this year. also, somehow forgot it was fulton fest until way too late. alas.

I saw the title of this post in my feed reader and thought "no kidding, don't they have a crazy entrance exam before you can live there?" Really though, it's a good thing it isn't the love parade every day or your town could really get a reputation!

Great pix! I'm suddenly feeling the need to introduce a little more flamboyance into my terribly boring wardrobe.

I like the guy in purple best, too. Beautiful pics, as usual.

I never made it to a Love Parade or a Folsom Street fair, but I did go to afterparties for both.

I can so tell the real freaks from the fake ones. Freakin POSEURS!

I can so tell the real freaks from the fake ones. Freakin POSEURS!

My favorite pic was the leopard vest with dyed hair to match. Coooooool!

I soooo want those boots. Dude. Sign me UP!

Camera phones are so gay.

You had me at 'fairy wings'.

Previous Next

Advertising

Snapping

www.flickr.com

Search

Creative Commons License
This blog is licensed under a Creative Commons License.
Powered by Movable Type 4.3-en h2_2.gif