As Valentine’s Day approaches, Mission Local asks residents about someone in their life who “got away,” and what they learned from this experience.
A chill winter breeze didn’t stop the search in the Mission last Saturday. Couples, friends, families and a few single adventurers passed through the doors of Viracocha, a vintage store at 21st and Valencia streets....
This week, the city was filled with couples celebrating their love. And, of course, thousands mourned a love lost. But there was also a middle sect — those who pretend to celebrate while mourning internally....
Talks on love around the neighborhood.
"The craziest thing my man ever talked me into was buying a car. I didn’t need a car! I would just as well have taken the bus."
Fiki: The point of love is to have someone you trust more than your friends. Nait: What if you trust your friends more than the person you love?
Lila B. Design, located in an inconspicuous loading dock on Folsom, is a relative newcomer to this particular holiday of floral obligation.
Not remembering her admirer's name, she said to herself, "Wow! Slave boy!" She wrote back immediately.
In the tattoo business we say there is a jinx to getting people’s names tattooed. More people actually get tattoos of their parents, siblings and children.
"But then again, you can only learn from your mistakes."
Talking love over salted caramel cones.
I don’t know how to describe love, but the only way I can truly appreciate love is the love between a mother and a child. Otherwise love sucks.
"This guy! He used to be a hummingbird."
"What's the craziest thing I ever did for love? I got married."
A South City painter who has made Mission District windows lovely for 20 years ends our Valentine's splurge. En Español