My 30 Photographs Documenting Daily Life Amidst San Francisco’s Residents And Workers
I am Joe Quintana, a California-based photographer. I hold a BFA in Photography from the Art Institute of San Francisco and an MFA from Stanford University.
For more than 10 years straight, I photographed in the streets of San Francisco where I lived and worked at the time. What I have to share is my personal exploitation of images of living day-to-day with the people who live and work in the city.
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My journey as a photographer began when I viewed B&W and color glamour photos from all the early magazines of the late 1960s, mostly from Look, Time, Vogue, and Life magazines. It was an art form and an environment that I would have loved to be a part of. But, the decisive moment that pushed me in the direction of photography was glancing at a photograph by Garry Winogrand that was featured in a Life Magazine article. I was completely amazed at how he was able to combine the complexities and the realities of human nature and combine the aesthetics of form and content in a single image. Then and there I thought to myself, where do I start, and how do I pursue a life in photography?
This is a scene I think everyone would be familiar with, no matter where they come from :)
Not me trying to understand what Mots means in English, I thought it was French and there was a sign for 'words'
Weirdly enough where I live all of the workers never slack off and are incredible all year round.
Where I am from the crews are always working or away from the site. They are never lazing about.
My wife and I walked out of a hardware store on Castro a few years ago with our daughter. A chubby man was strolling by with a knit doily on his crotch. That was his only clothing.
Should have looked closer, might have been crocheted.
Load More Replies...San Fransisco has a reputation for being less unsafe for LBTQ+ (I am probably missing letters, apologies) people.
Load More Replies...My guess is this is someone hanging out in San Francisco's tenderloin district.
Load More Replies...Before I begin the day I think of the neighborhood I want to explore that day and go from there. I kind of start off slowly in my approach, sort of like a baseball pitcher warming up, and slowly intensify as I walk through the neighborhood streets.
When I began photographing, I usually took a few photos just to get a feel of the people and environment around me and then pushed myself to focus on what I think would make a good image and what a particular subject may look like after I photograph them. The subjects that attracted me the most were the people who stood out the most in the situation (environment) they were in at the time, their character, and their uniqueness. Every day was always an exploration of humanity and a learning experience, and that for me was always exhilarating.
Nope, bacon wrapped hot dogs. A Mission delicacy.
Load More Replies...Some of the best meals I have ever had have been from street vendors like this...tacos, hot dogs, elotes (Mexican street corn), kebabs, etc.
The most challenging part of my creative process was the capacity to control my mental courage that I had to overcome when lifting my camera to my eye and photographing a complete stranger and being vulnerable to their responses. There are times I asked for permission and most of the time I couldn’t because that moment would have passed away and lost forever. The challenge was to know when to ask and when to not to ask. Sometimes I failed and other times I overcame the challenges with success. Sometimes I would just photograph just to get a feel for the people's response, which helped me build up my confidence to really start to move closer and closer to my subjects without drawing attention to myself in the process. Achieving my goals at the end of the day made me proud of myself and gave me the confidence I needed to continue my art form as a photographer.
What makes me passionate about street photography is the ability to stop and document a single frame of time and unify it with a form of aesthetics of my personal vision. I find my photographs to be a memory that will eventually be lost in time of who we are as a people, our individuality, character, and our experience of being human at this particular place in time in history as I was a part of.
Here we go go go go! On an adventure! The thingamajiger is up and awaaaaay!
GPS guided tours. These little vehicles are great for the more adventurous.
You would? Better do it before rigor mortis sets in.
Load More Replies...Not really, it's laundry day. He would be in costume if he was going to Folsom.
Load More Replies..."Go get the Gymp" "Gymp's asleep" "Well I guess you better go wake him up then"
In the most traditional sense - she's got the look down and that car is exquisite. I feel like I've been transported back to the 1970's in Southern California.
Load More Replies...She doesn't look very happy at being photographed (maybe), but she is beautiful.
The beautiful painting is actually a vulva disguised as Our Lady of Guadalupe. I need to eat there...
I see a giant vulva. "I'm hungry, rare please"...
Load More Replies...I'll be so embarrassed if I lost a bet and had to dress like that
I love the tattoos. I have a star on each hand between my thumb and finger and on each outer ankle and one on my neck. I have a celestial scene tramp stamp. (thanks 1999) and unintentionally I have become the constellation Orion, if I stand with my hands and legs a certain way
I'd be happy too if I had such cool fashion sense!
Load More Replies..."where do you want to go to lunch?" "I don't know, where do YOU want to go for lunch?"
Tbf, they could be waiting for supplies, inspections, ect. I have witnessed it firsthand.
Everyone else commenting on bare feet and I'm wondering where their towels are. 😅
No need for them. If you live in the neighborhood you’re usually dry enough by the time you walk home. The beach is really wide. I’ve never taken a towel to the beach from my house, it just gets the towel sandy.
Load More Replies...The Beach Hipsters. Goin' on safari to find some southern girls that like beards.
This is the Outer Sunset, I recognize this house, it’s right across the street from the beach, these guys probably live in the neighborhood and only walk barefoot a block or so to the beach. I would wear flip flops and most of us do but some go barefoot.
Are those blokes insane?!? Since it looks like San Francisco in the US, with a huge number of drug addicts...i would be more than worried if suddenly I stepped on a needle laying around
I'm not sure of the situation but those are extremely long for police batons. I used to carry one for a while in the master at arms in the navy and it was a standard length police baton. Those look so long they would be cumbersome to draw and wield.
Load More Replies...I'm guessing they are police and not the binmen. It'd be a seriously rough neighbourhood if they have to armed to collect rubbish!
Load More Replies...The look on his face is so beautiful - as if he is hovering somewhere between childhood and adolescence.
that sounds rlly poetic but yeah it actually describes that so well
Load More Replies...I initially read this as "Sisters of Perpetual Intelligence" and I was like well alrighty then
Load More Replies...The man behind him in the blue sweater kind of looks like if he was in a TV sitcom he'd be the douchy one.
Half right. He looks like that douchy lawyer Alex Murdaugh who killed his family.
Load More Replies...Love it! The brooch, the glasses, the lace, the clasped hands, and the serene expression - well done!
It took me awhile to figure out why that looks familiar but odd. Because the Red Devil Lounge has been closed for a decade. I used to live down the street from it. The place is called Harper & Rye now. San Francisco is going through an adjustment period. But also, San Francisco is in free fall. Please hold the applause until we stick the landing.
I love the fabric of the second from left's romper. Wish I was young enough I could still wear clothes like this.
who f*****g cares about how old you are? just go out there and DO IT! i reckon you’d look amazing!
Load More Replies...That's my cousin Jeb on the right, with his wife, who's from my uncle's niece's side...
The United States doesn't have any police only the states within do. Each state has its own agency. Not being a jerk just clarifying
Load More Replies...I enjoyed every single one of these photos, so very much to see in each one, I do hope to see more of your work Joe
A speed bump in history I missed. Segways didn't exist most of my life. Then they did and for a while the news would not stop talking about them. Now they don't (mostly) -- and I have still never seen one in person. The investors must be quite disappointed. I'm pretty sure there is plenty of room to ride them in Mark's near empty Metaverse.
I used to love going to HSB. I interviewed Warren Hellman for an article in the Oakland Tribune when I was a journalism major at SF State.
I think every single photo here is taken in my hometown, San Francisco. From the Sister of Perpetual Indulgence to the leather boy with the mask to the surfers in Outer Sunset to the annoying tourist go-karts. To stop and notice the individuality is nice, especially given how much the city has changed due to tech bros on one end of the spectrum and the opioid/unhoused crisis on the other. It’s nice to be reminded to find the beauty of the uniqueness that still thrives within all the ugly noise.
Love the pics, but disagree w/the title. These are all images of individualism, not of solitude. It makes me all nostalgic of NYC (although the streets of SF have a lot more surfers & a lot less yuppies). I find it very rewarding to live in a country where no matter how unusual, different, weird or extreme we are, we're not alone & sooner or later we find "our people". Maybe not in our blood families or hometown, but they're out there. Yay! I celebrate you all, you beautiful weirdoes. And yes, I'm one too. Double yay! \\( ❛ ͜ʖ ❛ )//
I miss living in San Francisco so much. I lived there for over 40 years and had to move because my ex-husband started stalking me. My dream of dreams is to finally be able to move back.
I think every single photo here is taken in my hometown, San Francisco. From the Sister of Perpetual Indulgence to the leather boy with the mask to the surfers in Outer Sunset to the annoying tourist go-karts. To stop and notice the individuality is nice, especially given how much the city has changed due to tech bros on one end of the spectrum and the opioid/unhoused crisis on the other. It’s nice to be reminded to find the beauty of the uniqueness that still thrives within all the ugly noise.
Love the pics, but disagree w/the title. These are all images of individualism, not of solitude. It makes me all nostalgic of NYC (although the streets of SF have a lot more surfers & a lot less yuppies). I find it very rewarding to live in a country where no matter how unusual, different, weird or extreme we are, we're not alone & sooner or later we find "our people". Maybe not in our blood families or hometown, but they're out there. Yay! I celebrate you all, you beautiful weirdoes. And yes, I'm one too. Double yay! \\( ❛ ͜ʖ ❛ )//
I miss living in San Francisco so much. I lived there for over 40 years and had to move because my ex-husband started stalking me. My dream of dreams is to finally be able to move back.
