San Francisco is a Wonderland and these girls (“half-Chinese, duh” -their older sister and photographer) are like twin Alices in the moment of meeting the Caterpillar. In his hand he holds a Mandarin orange, not to eat or to consider, but as an extension of his person. Part Buddha, part explosion at a craft store, our sloppy mystic exists on a higher, slightly uneven plane that we only mistakenly perceive to be a city bus on the Chinatown route.
He could be the nephew of the Best Dressed Man in the World. I see the same flair for color layering, hopefully a strong genetic trait, with a bit still to be desired in the presentation department. Although, to his credit as an individual, somewhere in there appears to be a necklace made of potholder loops. Even hipsters of the most iron constitutions might not have that kind of courage.
Photos by Catherine Beadles, March 2012.