erica-danielle.jpg“[San Franciscans] have clothes, but they wear them in private.”
— Miguel Lopez, owner of “default outfitter to the Castro tribe” Sui Generis, quoted in the New York Times

There’s almost nothing New Yorkers like more than writing about San Francisco in a patronizing tone that suggests our city is their city’s half-brother who decided to go to art school for glass-blowing.

If we were to distill the recent New York Times article, “The Tribes of San Francisco” into its basic components it would read as follows:

You won’t find a San Franciscan wearing Ernest Shackleton’s old parkas to a meeting of their local chapter of the Cult of Tory Burch, although they will wear overalls to Nopa, so they can go straight from there to ironically watering a Traina’s lawn. Tartine is the Sistine Chapel of dessert, and girls in the Mission work there while wearing gingham onesies with more aplomb than your typical infant. It’s not that people in the Bay Area don’t have closets bursting with Phillip Lim, it’s just that they wear him in private, going by the age old adage “naked in the streets, couture in the sheets.”

For a San Franciscan, clothes are for private time, or to put it in a way that even a New Yorker could understand, “Fashion” doesn’t get a “Night Out” in San Francisco.

This goes a long way toward explaining the preponderance of public nudity in our fair city.

It’s not that San Franciscans love to be naked, but that we literally cannot wear clothes in public for fear of a violent backlash against the $20,000 McQueen capes we all have.

While the Times author dances around the issue, talking about San Franciscans’ distaste for hype, inability to wear things that are difficult to put on (thus the popularity of the onesie), and the fact that we spend most of our lives in our cars (?), I think what he was trying to say, and what Anna Wintour has literally been hinting at for decades, is that from our “velvet equestrian hunting caps” to Nicholas Ghesquiere-esquiere kite-surfing ensembles, San Francisco is the most fashionable place on Earth.


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  • christinawrites

    Your take on this article was hilarious. The opening line about glass-blowing was better than the entire NYT piece.

    As a current San Franciscan and a former New Yorker, I’m curious about where the “San Francisco” discussed in the NYT piece is actually located. I’m thinking 1969, but I’m not really sure. Thoughts?

  • Nina

    Dear NYT, “tribes” is soooo 2002. Anyone still using “tribe” to describe their group of friends seriously needs to be kicked in the teeth. Ugh!

    Loved your piece Ramona. It warms my heart knowing that most San Franciscans don’t give a fuck about what’s fashionable in New York City.

  • netzard

    Hilarious take on NYers’ provincial attitude toward our fair city. Been wracking my brain to even think of a lasting cultural trend that New York has produced in the previous 20 years. Food-wise NY came up with “foam”. Spare me. The SF Bay Area? We can claim California Cuisine, Slow Food, and culinary cocktails. As for the arts and culture, San Francisco can claim Burning Man, love it or hate it. What is the last major cultural transformation New York has launched? Disco, maybe?

  • Alex

    Typical response and I might add, rallying supportive comments. I lived in SF for over a decade and got to understand it as an outsider looking in. What I found was this desperate need to believe that the city is the best in the country, the Paris (lol) of the US.

    The best restaurants (lol again), shopping…right.

    I moved back east to Manhattan and let me tell you how refreshing to be in a place filled with REAL superlatives and actual substance. NY is not the greatest city in the world, but the only U.S. city that is truly world class.

    SF style, polar fleece, ill fitting, poorly washed denim, and flip flops. Sorry folks, take off your blindfolds and open your eyes. Dont be afraid to look in the mirror and see yourselves for just who you are and where you live! It is liberating.