I used to work in a coffee shop in downtown SF. Toufik is a security guy for one of the high end retail stores. He used to come in everyday to get a shot of espresso. And the interesting thing is he always has a cigarette with his shot of espresso. Something about him dressed so impeccably with his cigarette and espresso is intriguing to me. (Security guys dressed to the T in this city where a lot of techies don’t really care about their physical appearance. Ironic, I know.) I always wants to take a picture of him. But I’m always working.
Well, guess what, I don’t work there anymore. Who do I find when I visited the cafe? Toufik. So I seized the opportunity and got a picture of him.
You know what’s funny. I left SF in June. Four months later, I see the same faces everywhere in downtown SF. It’s like you leave a film set, and the movie just keeps going. You can jump right back in. It’s the weirdest thing ever, but kind of comforting too. SF is a crazy strange but lovely city.