#133/2016
Moons ago I was on the board of the Yerba Buena Alliance, giving input to the sweeping changes that used to be a desolate area of the city.
Where the SFMOMA was? Empty lot. Ditto Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, the Jewish Museum, Metreon and the gardens adjacent to it. The controversial design of the Mexican Museum? Well, 20 years later and it's yet to be built.
(The architects didn't like when I weighed in and pointed out the gift shop took most of the square footage of the main floor and its red brick, lack of windows and high tower made it look like Auschwitz).
The ballpark? Didn't exist. "South Beach"? Nothing past the Third Street Bridge and now, a mile of multi-million dollar condos with a mix of high-end restaurants, a Whole Foods and more stretched down King Street.
(Remember that scene from the movie "Basic Instinct" when Sharon Stone's lover sails her car into a construction pit? Yeah, that's where Yerba Buena Center for the Arts is now.)
It used to be des-o-late.
SoMa was no man's land through the mid-90's. Except for Fringale, Bisou, South Park and the Flower Mart: Those were always oases in the madness that used to be SoMa.
Despite its quantum changes, I want to like SoMa more.
But when I walk down its sidewalks, they're decorated with piles of human feces and apparent retail workers shooting up in between their toes before their shifts. You see this most after you cross 5th street.
(As I walked down Folsom at 9:45 this morning, this pleasant guy asked me "if I had a hair tie for a random dude" and I almost answered,
"To tie off or for your hair?")
I know this lingo from movies and "Law & Order".
Sigh.
As I drive or especially walk around, I feel sorry for the hard-working businesses who must have to hose down their sidewalks and entryways with bleach every morning. The garbage and waste..are significant.
SoMa feels like a dumping ground for the mentally ill, troubled, homeless or alcohol/drug-addicted.
It is.
But it's now also home to many arts institutions, posh eateries and a 5-star spa inside Westfield Center, a W Hotel and more. But, the neighborhood disintegrates as you move past 5th street.
Towards 7th, 9th, 13 streets, SoMa is full of hard-working electrical supply companies, mechanics, bars, clubs, The Hall of Justice and bail bondsmen, custom furniture manufacturers, off price food marts like Costco, Foods Co. and our local gem, Rainbow Foods, with a few good restaurants thrown into the mix of this working man's stretch.
SoMa used to be home to some of the city's most popular bath houses (330 Ritch Street, to name one) that SF Chronicle writer Randy Shilts ("And the Band Played On") strenuously urged the city to close down as the AIDS crisis caught fire.
I know this from the few who survived the scorched earth that AIDS left behind as it burned through the city.
There is so much sadness in SoMa. I know many stories second-hand; it hurts my soul.
It also hurts my heart that neighborhood anchor The Stud may be closing down because the rent just skyrocketed- again. It seems so much of the city's LGBTQ scene is being homogenized or wiped out by high rents.
For me, SoMa represents so much of my start in San Francisco: home to my first jobs (the second in the Call Building (now chic condos not offices, featured in "The Game" and a block from Yelp! HQ) and stomping grounds to many of my arts clients and one of my fav beauty spots, SFIEC/Paul Mitchell School for awesome hair and facials on a shoestring.
For me, it's a complicated affair: Not love but not hate.
I can't quantify it. I think that's what makes it almost great, a constantly changing kaleidoscope just like this city. read more