Sunday, June 2, 2013
Our last day on the west coast, Quincy, Natalie, and I hit the Sutro Baths. These ruins of a Victorian-era bathhouse along the coastline of San Francisco are eerie, beautiful, and brutally windswept.
There was some serious wind sweeping here. I had sand in my hair for days.
A note on my clothes: I knew that San Fran was a little blustery and chilly but was taken aback at the voracity of the gusts on the Pacific side of town. We had just hit the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood where I'd picked up this little '70s denim jacket and, despite my natural aversion to the Canadian tuxedo look, I added it to my ensemble. Haphazard, yes, but definitely warm.
Natalie, scoping the Pacific coastline
Quincy, commanding rocky crags
Me, riding a lion sidesaddle
Here are the Sutro Baths, billed as the "Largest in the World," in 1894:
photo courtesy of http://www.cliffhouseproject.com
...And what the spot looks like today:
vintage '70s denim jacket - A shop on Haight. I know, I'm terrible. I wish I could tell you which one.
black cropped t-shirt - A shop in Columbus that has since closed. I almost wrote "clothesed." Irony.
vintage '90s light-wash denim pencil skirt - thrift
tan cowboy boots - Mason Western via thrift
vintage '70s boot scarf - thrift
Posted by Becky Haltermon Robinson at 10:40 PM