Chevette’s there because bicycle messengers, particularly in San Fransisco, are a really hot sub-culture. They’ve become a source for a lot of creative people. Lotta people, like designers, are watching what bicycle messengers are wearing. And they have their own bands … here’s places where messengers hang [out], and there’s messenger fanzines! I got everything I know about being a bike messenger from “Mercury Rising” which is a fanzine put out by the San Francisco Bike Messengers Association. There’s this terrific coffeehouse near the Haight called The Horseshoe where messengers hang and young people with lots of tattoos and multiple piercing go there too … and it’s the only coffee house I’ve ever seen where they’ve got laptop computers super-glued to the tables. Each computer has it’s own e-mail address so you can go in, log on and do your stuff. So these kids come in off the streets with bones through their noses, their bodies covered in heavy Samoan blackwork, and looking like extras out of the back streets of Bladerunner, and they sit down and they do their e-mail! The underground in San Francisco has mutated into a really astonishing thing.
Some cover illustrations of different editions of William Gibson’s books.
(I’ve yet to collect them all.
Kinda like pokemons.
Except I totally missed the pokemon craze. I only saw an episode once.
And never played a pokemon game.
But I can imagine.)