I live on the edge of the Tenderloin, a central downtown neighborhood in San Francisco with a rich history dating back to the gold rush era. The neighborhood was a hot spot for Jazz greats, gay rights activism, speakeasies, legitimate theatres, prostitution and vice. It is one of San Francisco’s most diverse neighborhoods and, currently, struggling with drug dealing, violence, and finally, gentrification (Twitterloin).
Looking out my loft window I can see into the 10th floor of the building across the alley where four men share a one room studio. They live with two sets of bunk-beds. One of the guys I recognize from the store down the street. I assume the others also work locally. While there’s a lot of work available in the service industries, one has to share a room when one bedroom apartments in the Tenderloin are renting at $3,500 to $4,000 per month. There’s a Tesla dealership a block away.
Of the seven apartments I’ve had in San Francisco, the Tenderloin Loft has been my favorite for a number of reasons, not the least of which is the alley and it’s visitors. I’ve taken a few shots in this collection and hope these pictures convey my love of city living and humanity. I like to remember my neighbors when Glide Memorial Church (which runs a shelter and food program) asks for a donation, or when someone at work complains that the organic chili they are eating for free isn’t seasoned to their taste.