An editorial assignment from earlier in the fall for SF Standard. A sneak preview of performance theater and speakeasy @200channels and portraits of @iammssvee , the creative director and resident star. This was prob my fave editorial of the year. Thank you a million times over to @moxie_manda for thinking of me for this!
So much fun to shoot the opening photos for @prelude_sf earlier this year, helmed by Chef @celtin_andrew . The space ( @serg88mondragon / @avroko ) and food (inspired by Chef’s matrilineal line’s Southern heritage) are so beautiful and it was such a pleasure to get to work with such a talented team to make images of all they are bringing to San Francisco.
Mom 1947-2025
My mother passed on Thursday, shedding the confines of her corporeal form as she listened to a playlist she requested my husband curate specifically for this moment (titled in accordance with her brand of humor “Jazz To Die To”).
It’s impossible to find the appropriate words to memorialize a woman who loomed so much larger than life. She was fierce and brilliant and tenacious and honest and arrestingly beautiful. She was doggedly ferocious in her dedication to her morals and values, whether she was fighting against various unjust wars, the destruction of native habitats, nuclear power plants, small town good ‘ol boy beaurocracy, or championing for a more robustly funded arts program in our city’s public schools, for a new library, for the rights of immigrants, for the rights of artists and for innumerable other causes that were important to her.
She didn’t mince words or suffer fools. To be the target of her ire was was a curse I would have a hard time wishing upon my worst enemies. She was an expert at bullying bullies. She initiated legal action against the police department multiple times. Once, after a cop was harassing my friends and I at the age of 14 and erroneously telling us we were out past curfew when we very well knew we were not (along with some vaguely threatening language suggesting he better not see my non-white friends in town again), my mother looked up the police chief’s home phone number in the yellow pages and called with such fury and a reminder that morally righteous legal crusades were basically a part time hobby for her, that the chief got out of bed at 11:30pm, collected the rookie officer and brought him to our house TO APOLOGIZE TO A GROUP OF TEENAGERS. She really knew how to Karen for good.
She was the undeniable matriarch and leader of our family. To be within the circle of the protective spell she wove was to feel unquestionsbly held in a net of safety in an existential sense, even if she wasn’t always the warmest or softest or fuzziest. She was beautiful and brave and occasionally terrifying, when she felt it was called for. (CONTINUED IN COMMENTS)
Obsessed with this @enclossonoma strawberry + jasmine dish and this presentation. So dreamy getting to capture your gorgeous work @sophiehau2 and @kris_lara !!!
Beautiful bites a la @nightbirdsf on beautiful ceramics a la @erinhuppceramics — if you can’t sit for a the full tasting menu, I highly recommend their incredible bar bites menu next door at @thelindenroom
