I'm the type of person that reads signs. When I'm bored. When I'm stressed. It's hard not to pay attention. Sometimes I read a sign and visualize it as something else. These signs are my attempts to share that internal view with the rest of the world.
A social experiment? A cry for help? This short-lived piece never got to answer a question: Of all of the poop on San Francisco's sidewalks, how much is there out of spite? I had hoped to receive an answer in the form of a pile of feces under this sign. Alas, a fan seems to have stolen the sign and left the brackets behind.
There are many regulations in the state of California. Perhaps the most important of them all is left unpenned by our legislators. What would Silicon Valley look like if ruled by common sense?
One day while biking I misread a “NO TURN ON RED” sign and decided to give the rest of the city the same double-take I had, but in reverse. This sign became notorious within the ZOOX driving team, which lead to its speedy removal.
I had walked by the New Montgomery street signs a hundred times, saying to myself “New New Montgomery Final” each time. This street is a direct continuation of Montgomery. Why is it named like a poorly managed powerpoint project?