I know this happened awhile ago but I’m still angry. This was one of the best storefront murals in the Mission; reduced to nothingness by a few subpar taggers. While 24th Street my be impoverished by his absence, in my mind’s eye Mr. Burbujas still lives on. In my mind’s eye he was never tagged, never whitewashed, never erased. In my mind’s eye he continues to smile down on the corner of 24th and Florida while enthusiastically feeding dirty underwear to his equally enthusiastic friends. Whimsy is dead! Long live whimsy!
On second though, perhaps “whimsical” isn’t the best term to describe Mr. Burbujas. Continue reading
I find this silly mural on the side TriMark Economy Restaurant Fixtures infinitely entertaining. Why is the chef taking his pile of dirty dishes to the oven? And why is he mustache height to the range? Talk about a fire hazard…
Peking Express on Center Street in downtown Berkeley. It’s a takeout eat takeout kinda world! NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM
I have an obsession with signage featuring animals/creatures/mascots eating their own kind. It’s like cannibalism, only adorable in that anthropomorphization-gone-wrong kinda way. “I am so cute and delicious that I would eat myself! You should take this as a recommendation to come eat me too!” Of course, my favorite example is this sign/mural from 24th Street in San Francisco. Everyone in this tableau is just so HAPPY to be there. That pig is just so EXCITED to be in that pan. And let’s not talk about the butcher pig and his decapitated friend. Some things are better left unsaid.