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After a bunch of trips to SFO, I finally brought my camera with me. I shot just about every night between 10pm-1am (and one afternoon). I spent the whole time in Hallidie Plaza and the Powell St. subway station. I got to know a lot of the guys that I shot, and even got a few people to "pose" for me. I listed some info about them in the captions. All of them, without exception, were really nice people to meet. I also added a few photos of the "Bushman" at the end of the gallery.
Love in Hallidie Plaza
Abram, in front of "Color of my Soul" on Turk St. & Mason St.
My man, "Cleveland" (ironically, he's from Memphis), in front of "Color of my Soul" on Turk St. & Mason St.
Kanesha and Ant in front of "Color of my Soul" on Turk St. & Mason St.
Shadd and Dan in front of a mural in Hallidie Plaza at the Powell Street Station (Mural by the Meridian Gallery)
Sieid - He was on his way home to see his mother, who was over 90 years old. He had just been released today, after spending 5 years and 4 months in San Quentin. Like a lot of the guys I met, he was really friendly and had the gift of gab. Standing in front of a mural in Hallidie Plaza at the Powell Street Station (Mural by the Meridian Gallery).
Mark "California Red" Hillard in Hallidie Plaza
Mark "California Red" Hillard and Barbie in Hallidie Plaza
Bro. Owen, from Belize City, was preaching a twisted form of the gospel that I indulged for 10-15 minutes near Hallidie Plaza. I can't quote scripture like he could, but I could certainly point out his mis-interpretation of the ones he was quoting. This is him continuing to shout at me as I walked away.
Jose, from the D.R., spreading a message that Bro. Owen (see other photo) needs to understand. Photo near Hallidie Plaza.
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