50 Golden Gate
Michael wears a suit every day.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
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Stephanie works for a non-profit in San Francisco.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
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Mark is Resident Manager of the building.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
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Joe likes to work with plants and sells tie-dye fabric that he makes.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
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Annie has lived here for 18 years.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
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Mike is an independent filmmaker.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
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Gregory works at an interior design store.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
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Vonnie has lived in the building for 11 years.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
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Margarita is Igor’s wife, also a marathon runner and loves cats.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
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Igor is a marathon runner from Russia.
50 Golden Gate is about meeting my neighbors, I wonder about the people that live around me. What are they like? Where do they come from? How long have they lived here? I have become a part of the building’s history, along with the long list of hundreds of previous tenants. I wanted to explore the history of the building I lived in by by meeting the people that inhabit it.
123FIVE
Aurora, cold, warm in her heart, living on the 5th floor of a new student-housing building in San Francisco.
123FIVE is the honor of meeting a stranger and learning about those that surround us. The people we ignore might be our best friend, lover, or someone who offers to help.
123FIVE
The technique of inspiration living on the 5th floor of a new student-housing building in San Francisco.
123FIVE is the honor of meeting a stranger and learning about those that surround us. The people we ignore might be our best friend, lover, or someone who offers to help.
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Remember we used to be friends living on the 5th floor of a new student-housing building in San Francisco?
123FIVE is the honor of meeting a stranger and learning about those that surround us. The people we ignore might be our best friend, lover, or someone who offers to help.
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Denied but came back stronger, living on the 5th floor of a new student-housing building in San Francisco.
123FIVE is the honor of meeting a stranger and learning about those that surround us. The people we ignore might be our best friend, lover, or someone who offers to help.
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Sailor in a Recovery Ship and living on the 5th floor of a new student-housing building in San Francisco.
123FIVE is the honor of meeting a stranger and learning about those that surround us. The people we ignore might be our best friend, lover, or someone who offers to help.
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Trance, model and flippant, living on the 5th floor of a new student-housing building in San Francisco.
123FIVE is the honor of meeting a stranger and learning about those that surround us. The people we ignore might be our best friend, lover, or someone who offers to help.
Anybody Somewhere | FIVE
A part of me loves the spotlight, comes alive in it. A part me hates it, would rather be the wizard behind the curtain, pulling strings and strategically calling shots with no one to know what I look like with the purpose of helping others in need. I’d exist like an angel, a pure thought, to lead the blind and ease the mind of the tortured that turn in the Garden of Forking Paths every left to right. A part of me wants to sing, a part me wants to write the song for someone else. A part of me wants to write the song and sing it but the whole of me knows better and will continue to hire vocalists. Here’s to Mr. Wendel.
Anybody Somewhere | FOUR
Met with volunteer coordinators at the mission: Charity and Chairman. They are both advocates of hope and change. Chairman seemed pensive, wide eyed at every corner to develop organizational management. Charity seemed transparent, a bird in the hand, has a degree in communications. During lunch, we talked about poetry and publishing, grimy journalism. There was boneless chicken breasts sautéed with steamed vegetables, rice, fruit salad, and cheesecake. If ever the Word is tangible, than there was an example: give the poor nothing less than the best to fill their stomachs while feeding their souls. As we ate, the head pastor took the stage and shook the building with quotes from Corinthians, “Are you of God or are you of Flesh?” He repeatedly questioned every man within earshot. Men were turning in their seats, looking around; feeling themselves, looking around. Some were asleep in their chairs slouched like puppets.
I told Charity and Chairman I’d like to volunteer in the computer lab, teach professional writing, and lead a Bible study. There wasn’t a need for me in either so I digressed. Chairman suggested I mentor. Mentoring is like sport fishing, you have to know how to catch and release, if not the fish can die in your hands. Who’d want that on their conscious? I told him I’d give it some thought, pray about it. He gave me three days, a packet of mentor do’s and don’ts. When the pastor introduced the visitors and future volunteers from the pulpit, my name bounced from his mouth like tennis balls, “Myron Michael…” I didn’t hear Hardy, could be my ears were stuffed with the song the choir sang before lunch. Something about God being wonderful and almighty, and I, too, was feeling myself to know what I’m made of.
The pastor said, “He’s a poet.” A multitude of eyes saw me as a fisher of men or a fish. I couldn’t tell. However, that I wouldn’t duck their stares made sense. One guy grinned, a shifty grin that seemed to size me up. He reminded me of a young man from the group home where I worked as a counselor: the one that would test your patient no matter who you were, the one that would give you a hug while stealing your house keys. And whenever caught and grounded would act like it was apart of his plan to stay indoors because it was too cold out.
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BIKE OR DIE: living on the 5th floor of a new student-housing building in San Francisco.
123FIVE is the honor of meeting a stranger and learning about those that surround us. The people we ignore might be our best friend, lover, or someone who offers to help.
