Hello, my name is MoK. I have been given the honor of being San Francisco’s CitySlicker. Here, I would like to introduce my city and myself to you.
City: San Francisco
Occupation: Button Pusher
I received a box of old camera pieces and assorted photography bits on my recent birthday. Included among these items was an old film canister. Alone, it was an interesting artifact. It appeared to be made of tin and it had the Kodak name stamped into it. I twisted off the metal cap and as luck would have it, there were negatives inside. What first appeared as one roll of Black and White Safety Film, unfurled into four.
Instantly, I placed the negatives into sleeves to examine their undoubted beauty. What I had found were pictures taken by my paternal grandparents. Judging from the ages of my father and uncle in the photos, they were taken in the years 1946-50. Delighted with this find I promptly scanned them and shared them with my father.
I chose to feature them here with you because I feel they best represent my roots in San Francisco and photography. Both of my grandparents where born in San Francisco to Italian immigrants at the turn of the century. They worked hard in their early years and would be rewarded with the American Dream. They owned a house on Cuyuga Avenue in San Francisco, drove a Cadillac, and raised two sons.
I haven’t many direct memories of my grandfather. He had passed when I was very young. I have, however, been told many stories about him. He was an avid fisherman, he loved billiards, and judging from the other bits I had acquired with the aforementioned negatives, he was also quite a photography buff.
My grandmother, or Noni as we all called her, was a San Franciscan through and through. She loved her city, and in many ways, resembled it. San Francisco, as Noni had, possesses a sophisticated charm as well as an unpretentious elegance. They have both been marveled for their beauty, and acclaimed for their hospitality. She was proud of her birthplace, and it was she that first alerted me that calling this great city “Frisco” was taboo. When asked what I may call it, “The City”, is what she replied.
Noni passed away in 1987 when I was eight years old, and though it has been many years since I last saw Noni physically, I needn’t look far to find traces of her in the City. She knew the way to everywhere, and thus, that’s where you will still find her.
I, myself a San Franciscan of 33 years, have inherited her key to the city. They call me MoK. Armed with this and an arsenal of cameras, it’ll be my great pleasure to share the treasures it keeps with the Lomographic Community.