Five Pictures of the Spaces Between Bodega Bay and San Francisco

Three Pictures from Mission San Miguel Arcangel

Selected Prose from "The Territory Ahead," a Clothing Catalog

Late fall, Vancouver Island. You dive into crystal clear waters and come up with a shiny crab in hand; pull up to a roadside shack to buy pounds of fresh shrimp for next to nothing; gingerly thread fingers through blackberry brambles, filling buckets with sweet, sticky clusters. This hand-picked shirt will keep those adventures in mind…Blackberry Tapestry Shirt, $79.00.

After a night in the penas and clubs on Avenida Bolognesi, your day starts about noon with a stroll to the cafe for the best coffee in the world. Sunlight smells of flowers and the sea. The Barrranco is your part of town, and this shirt matches the neighborhood’s flair for originality…Barranquino Shirt, $49.50.

The Rio Chama, a major tributary of the Rio Grande in northern New Mexico, flows through a spectacular and remote river canyon that’s as deep as 1,500 feet in places. The soft, mood enhancing colors of its towering sandstone walls are recreated here…Rio Chama Sweater, $69.00.

Twenty five miles off the southern tip of mainland Shetland lies Scotland’s most remote inhabited island, Fair Isle. This tiny island is home to the traditional knitting technique that bears its name, and for centuries sailing ships went out of their way to pass by and trade goods for the highly prized knits of Fair Isle. The good news is that you won’t have to go to all that trouble…Fair Isle Zip-Front Vest, $79.00.

A day spent in the wrong denim can be a very long one indeed. If you choose incorrectly, denim can be unforgiving, uncomfortable and simply unrelenting. Lucky for you, we’ve discovered the nicest denim around…Tilden Stretch Denim Skirt, $59.00.

We counted your blessings yesterday; turns out you’re one short. (Two, if you consider your golf swing. But that’s not our area of expertise.) The shortfall’s in your polo shirt collection. In a word, it’s hurting. It needs invigorating. It needs the Big Waffle Polo…$49.50.

Heading east out of Mojave, you spot her in a farmer’s front yard – that unmistakable dome of riveted aluminum heaped among some derelict appliances and a few rusted-out pickups. You’re guessing she’s a ’54, but the old farmer enlightens you: It’s a 1956 Flying Cloud – original, right down to the cracked Bargman taillights and the Jalousie window. She’s yours, he says, but you gotta fill the tires and clear the trash around it. So be it. For the restoration and the trailering ahead, a sturdy, subtly detailed shirt like this commence well…Flying Cloud Shirt, $49.50.

The directions – hand scrawled on the back of a Tecate label – were cautionary and vague: “Drive south 3 or 5 hours to the abandoned silver mine. Backtrack approx. 100 clicks to the dirt road. Head west to the burro carcass, then angle more or less north into oblivion. Don’t drive after dark.” We never found the secret point break, but we did find an old pescadero with whome we bartered a couple of liters of petrol for two bomber lobsters and the hand-woven blanket that inspired this sweater…Border Run Sweater, $79.00.

On your road trip through this wild-at-heart territory, it’s only natural to start lusting after a completely cool, vintage-inspired leather jacket like this one…Silver City Suede Jacket, $299.00.

The most difficult part of achieving perfection is finding something to do for an encore…Encore Denim Skirt, $59.00.

World's Greatest Taco Bell, part 1

This is the story of one man's voyage to the world's greatest Taco Bell, which happens to be located in Pacifica, CA.














Wake up on Sunday morning.














It's 9:28am.














Pack for the voyage.














This wild stallion will take us to the world's greatest Taco Bell.














A gray day at Ocean Beach in San Francisco.





























Someone has written the entire lyrics to "The Rainbow Connection" in the sand, along with pictures of Kermit the Frog and rainbows.














Seriously, the whole song.

There was also a homeless guy flying a kite made out of garbage bags, but when I asked if I could take his picture, he said it would cost me $5. As we shall see, that was almost my entire budget for lunch at the world's greatest Taco Bell. So fuck you, Mr. Garbage-Bag-Flying man. You will not be appearing in my special voyage.














The bus says "Highway Child."














We're going south on Skyline Blvd, and then south on Highway 1.














































































Look what they had at a thrift store! A statue of a medieval guy with a falcon and a dragon for only $4! (Plus 33 cents in tax.)

World's Greatest Taco Bell, part 2

I shall name you Fritz.














Ride with me, Fritz, on a voyage to world's greatest Taco Bell.














Instead of hanging a sign, the Maverick Surf Shop spray-painted its name and logo on an abandoned truck by the entrance.














So this cherry-red Corvette Roadster belongs to a young Filipino guy named Chris, who's selling it because his kids are growing up, and he needs to pay the bills. Chris bought it from a pregnant lady in Concord who was becoming too fat to steer, and he spent about $10,000 fixing it up with images of Carlos Santana. Asking price is $15,000. I still have Chris's number if anybody is interested.












































That is not a video camera; it's a busted side-view mirror. Someone is a bit confused about technology.














These fishermen are so stoked about nets or whatever that they don't feel like talking to me.





























At a memorial for Jonny and Stephanie, who were killed in a car crash, someone has posted a big white sign that says, "Please stop littering here," to discourage the families from laying flowers.














Clearly, the billowing curtain is evidence that his girlfriend fled in a hurry. And the block of cement behind his tire is why the car didn't escape with her.





























Rockaway Beach.

World's Greatest Taco Bell, part 3

Almost there, I swear to God.














THE BORDER! Run for it.














Behold, the world's greatest Taco Bell.














God, I could eat that post.














And they keep it so clean.














A full Pacific view.














Satisfaction tastes like melted cheese.














All finished.
12:37pm
14 miles
$5.79














So many cool kids are hanging out behind Taco Bell.





























Fritz wants to be buried at sea.














Goodbye, Fritz.














But do you think it ended there? Fuck no, it did not end there. I continued south, into the forest, and then I dropped into Half Moon Bay, Moss Beach, and Devil's Slide. But I will save that story for another day.