
San Francisco still continues to satisfy my need to surround myself with beautiful things including the views and landscapes which will remain forever new to me even if I've seen them a million times. From Golden Gate Park stretching to the ocean, the easiness on the eyes is there for the taking. As I trekked to the Legion of Honor again for another wondrous daytime adventure, starting with a delectable brunch of Scharfenberger chocolate muffins, which Eddy gulped down with "yums" and I, savoring my minty fruit salad, the most crabbed out fritata ever, and a delicious belini, was surprised to encounter the Annie Leibowitz photography exhibition already opened to the public. Not thinking I would be interested in her imagery which, in my mind, seemed to pervade every pore of Vanity Fair for the past decade, I surprisingly found integrity in a body of work which gave due homage to friend, critical writer and fellow photographer, Susan Sontag. A personal heroine of mine, Sontag, during her terminal and fragile times leading up to her last days after she was diagnosed with cancer can be seen intimately through Leibowitz's ease of camera, in her private home, airplanes to see Paris one more time, last bicycle rides with friends and carrying Leibowitz's baby (whom she birthed at age 50). It was a really beautiful way to give respect to her confidant and close friend in a survey show of which I'm sure she had to edit thousands of photographs from.
The one here, displays the intimacy of Kate Moss and Johnny Depp, giving Leibowitz this unsaid kind of, "yes, we'll do anything you want for the camera, because we trust your vision completely" and that is what makes this show interesting. There is a genuine trust and respect inherent in all her photos, reflecting from a total and willing honesty on both ends of sitter and shooter. And to give yourself completely to someone else is a beautiful thing.
Afterwards, we hiked through the Sutro Hills and discovered that whistle that you can hear for miles along with the sea lions at night if you sit quietly enough. It's a metal form of architecture similiar to a short lighthouse stranded a mile away from the coast visible from the cliffside. Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo...