I'm constantly inspired by the colorful, unique houses in San Francisco. The City is known for its colorful Victorians, and The Mission is one of the best neighborhoods for house-spotting. Many of the homes are survivors of the 1906 Earthquake and Fire, and date to the late-1800s. Since all the records were lost in the fire, the true age of many of these beauties remains unknown. What's obvious is they're special. Each has its own theme, color story, carvings and tiny details. No two are alike--like snowflakes but way, way better.
You'll have to wander away from the hipster-mecca that Valencia has morphed into, and head past Mission to South Van Ness or Bryant, or further. Walk towards 24th, with Bernal Heights looming above, and soon you'll start to see them. Pretty much all of the little side streets and many of the colorful alleys feature house after amazing, colorful house. The trees are big and old. The colors and care reflect generations of San Franciscans. Not all are inspiration worthy, but each is different. Lately I've been drawn to more muted, pastel hues, and this past weekend it was like I was seeing them everywhere. Pastel pink, Millennial pink (my new fave shade...thanks Glossier!), dusty pale blues, muted grays and greens, and whites that managed to be happy but not stark. Maybe it's the fall light and longer shadows, but I'm seriously feeling these shades.
I've written about my love affair with The Mission here, here and here, but I always find myself coming back. I'm hear at least a couple of times a month, and I'm still constantly finding new places and seeing things I've never noticed.