Posts Tagged ‘fashion’

WARNING!!! MISSION RAPIST ON THE LOOSE!!!

December 9, 2011

The police are after a rape suspect right here in The Mish!  I know, super scary, right?

Help us, help you, find the Mission Rapist.  OMGTHEMISH! has exclusive details:

  • Approximately 24-32 year old male
  • 5’9″ to 6’2″
  • Straight dark hair, perfectly schwooped
  • Thin frame
  • Noticeable stubble
  • Dark skinny jeans
  • Black hoodie over plaid button-up
  • Thick plastic-frame glasses/wayfarer sunglasses if it’s sunny
  • Desert/chukka boots
  • Hidden tattoos
  • Pack of American Spirits
  • Messenger bag
  • Fixed-gear bicycle with “rapemobile” decal
Here is an artist’s rendering of the culprit:

He's laughing at you, not with you.

If you see this man or a man who resembles him, point at him and scream “RAPIST!” then run to the nearest bodega and call the police. Do NOT hesitate. Help save the dignity of many helpless single girls in The Mission. Only you can prevent tragedy.

KRUA = Suck A$$ Club

December 6, 2011

Oh em gee, Mish-Fish, we are back and… WTF? There are approximately 7 jillion new restaurants blowing up the ‘hood, people with bad clothes are happier than ever, and you still can’t wear red past Cesar Chavez.

Robby and I decided to dive into some Mission mayhem this weekend, so we went to check out the new nightclub, KRUA (just a stroll away at 16th and Guerrero.) Apparently this used to be some lame-ass Thai resto, but we heard that the owners got hip to the needs of the neighbs.  They are def gunning to be the next A1A Steak Lounge.  Natch.

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Xanax does NOT REQUIRE SILVERWARE, PPL. ( I can't sit down in this dress ne way.)

Geared up for some srs J-Pop, I decked out in my best six inch sling-backs + tiny tube shirt-dress, picked up Mr. Aberdeen (crucial accessory) and started getting crazy sloppy on those whiskey-filled chocolate balls. (It’s XMAS BIA!) When we got to KRUA, though, I was all “Where’s the line?” For reals, people, there were approximately negative five humans in the place. Maybe has something to do with the fact that they are totes crowding the dance floor w/ weird-ass tables. (Or weird ass-tables?)  Oh and NO LIQUOR? WTF? How am I supposed to get crunk and make out with hella strangerz?

Verdict: KRUA Thai is NOT where the party is at.  Unless you are into free ice water and cracking your shins on aluminum chairs while you get your freak on.

Is that Latin poetry?

April 23, 2011

If you make it to Dolores park today, try heading down under the bridge.  There is a performance art exhibition going on all weekend.  The theme: angry Latin poetry.  This guy’s an artist.  Look for him under the fart graffiti.

Watch out for the Muni!

Social Climbers: From Pimp to Pirate

March 31, 2011

Last Halloween, Robby peeped some tiny pimps gracing the window display at Siegel’s Zoot-Suitery.

One little homie particularly caught our eye, due to his killer ‘stache and straight up “I don’t give a fuck” attitude.

"Life ain't nothin but bitches n money."

Well look what Bling-Stache is up to NOW:

 

“Avast. Ahoy. I’m a fucking sellout.”

This arrogant little poser thought he could ditch his Mission St. digs for THE PIRATE STORE?  Upgrade to Valencia unnoticed? Swap out his cream cruising-suit for a crisp necktie and still have an ounce of street cred?

Enjoy your bougey new setup, Bling-Stache. We’re onto you.

Triple North Face: The New “Double Rainbow” ???

March 29, 2011

 

It’s so intense.

2 bros + 1 bro-ette walking in stride to Anthony’s Cookie Shop for 3 matching snax.

Where’s Lou? (answer: curbstamped)

October 25, 2010

Isn’t there usually a portrait of Lou Reed up there?  Where did it go?

Where is that famous Lewis Reed picture? Did someone steal it?

Answer after the jump.

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Latin American Club For The Win

April 26, 2010

So this Saturday, I had the great pleasure of whiling away my hours at the Latin American Club!

What:  Cutest little “dive-bar-masquerading-as-chic-venue” ever.  Don’t be confused by the twinkle lights and the well-dressed thirty-somethings smoking expensive cigarettes out front.  The dusty taxidermy behind the bar will remind you that yes, you are in fact home, drinking in another of the great and gritty Mish dives.

Where:  22nd and Valencia.  Far enough from Mission Bar to make you feel fancy, but close enough to drunk food to keep your ‘tude in check.

That horse is about to be wicked tanked.

Why:  The bartenders are hella rad.  I mean, yeah, they look pissed when you order your $8 Margarita of Doom (this shit will have you passed out on Market St. in no time!)  But that’s just part of the L.A. love… Nothing says “Drink More Tequila” like an aggro eye-roll as you slap down your tip!

Also, this is a great place to commune with your fellow Mish-dwellers.  Everyone here is spinning a super positive vibe… as long as you don’t knock elbows in the throng.  Oh, and be sure to get on the crazy-secret Waiting List for a table by the door, just to make things legit.   Talk to the bearded door guy, he’ll hook you up and keep you from getting your clock cleaned by a stilleto-ed cougar with a penchant for snacking on innocent revelers.

To conclude, I urge you to watch yo’ back out front, ya’ll – There’s a moat of broken glass that grows on the sidewalk periodically, but that’s just to make you feel like you’ve earned the right to drink mad ‘ritas with the best of the best.

MISH LOVE!

Armstrong out.

Back Home in the Mish (And Winners of Our Competish!)

March 9, 2010

OMG I am so happy to be back home in the Mish!  I was reading this great novel by literary juggernaut Nicholas Sparks and it really made me think of how much I love my new ‘hood:

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.”  ~Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

The Midwest?  NOT sick.  I do not hella heart it.  Not once was I offered a bacon-wrapped anything.  Not once did I translate the name of my dinner to learn I was eating goat spleen.  My tight new Community Thrift tees not only went unnoticed, but were often sneered at.  No matter how crazy-loud I cranked my Richard Wakeman iTunez, I could only think of getting back to Glooncy’s for Budweisers and a sticky round of Trivial Pursuit.

Lookin' smart, Glooncy's!

One thing was, for real, on my mind the whole time: WHO should win the first ever Mish Competish?  The answer came to me in this ridic dream (right after the part where I was at a poetry slam @ the 16th St. Bart Station):

Liz Dunn For The Win!

This was sixteen flavors of hilar, Lizzie D.  Send me an email (alicearmstrongstrong at gmail dot com) letting me know how epic you want your OMG the Mish! t-shirt.

MISH LOVE!

Frugalista Ground Zero

February 24, 2010

Last night I found this GREAT little boutique on 26th and Valencia… I couldn’t even believe the cush prices for such one-of-a-kind gear.

DESIGNER LABELS, PEOPLE!

Need some super-indie decor for your stude?  Check this noise out:

Costs less than a Seitan Chicken Salad!

Is that a spatula in your pocket?

I forgive you too... For not being on my wall yet!

Free Lamp with Purchase of Hair Dye

If you’re still not convinced that this is the best store ever, there’s nothing more I can do for you.  Oh, except maybe this:

The guy on Capp St. would only give me 25% off...

The Mish + Oakland in Hella Love

February 19, 2010

This guy has much love!

This guy is really making a fashion statement:  He loves Oakland, hella much.  That someone who loves Oakland so much would spend his time walking down Mission Street really means a lot.  Thanks Dude in Green – We love you, too! We especially love those shades and your sick Nikes!

I just have one question for you:  Where did you get Starbucks in The Mish?

In other news, does anyone know what a “monthly past pass” is?  This place doesn’t seem to sell them anymore.  If it has something to do with a time machine, I would hella love to purchase one.


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