Nestled in the heart of the hyper-industrial, super-consumer heaven that is Emeryville, California, a new Target (or “Tar-jay” as middle-aged white ladies call it), is born. Some of you are probably wondering, “Why does this earth need another Target? We already have 300 of them in California alone!” But, honestly,

Graffiti is an both a beloved art form and a scourge of the city, depending on who you ask. With sites like the Wooster Collective and street art being used to sell everything under the sun, it has gained just as much if not more prominence then it had in

I hope everyone here is aware of Fulton Mall’s storied history of awesomeness. And no, I’m not talking about it’s old days of fish mongering and cable cars, I’m talking way more about the past 30 years when it’s been the best place for streetwear and being down with the

Teddy Ruxpin’s cousin from Oakland. Get your very own at the Laney College Flea Market. It’s Sunday morning, and you don’t want to leave your bed until at least 11:30 (it’s out of principle).  But then you’re struck by the primal urge to forage through clumps of tangled trinkets while

We need to talk about the dollar store. I remember hating trips to the dollar store when I was but a wee child dragged along by Grandma to shop for knockoff perfume and to socialize with the residents of her small town. But now I realize that Grandma knew what

First come sushi restaurants, then comes a chain drug store, then a palm reader, and then a neighborhood has reached the peak of gentrification. The sushi and Thai joints arrived on Bedford Ave long ago, but the palm reader spot and Duane Reade are brand spanking new. (As are a

If you can only buy yourself one treat this month/year, which, if you’re as under-employed as I am, is a sad, sad, reality– make it something practical AND whimsical. So, what was the one semi-frivolous thing I got myself this year (and maybe for the rest of my life)? A

Recently I had the pleasure of dragging roughly 1,387 pounds of extra clothing (what? I’ve got a big closet) to a cluster of consignment shops across town, where I planned to unload the rarely worn ponchos and the fat pants in exchange for sweet, sweet cash. Unfortunately, I was uneducated