
Comics are for Lovers, Isotope Comics, San Francisco. Seth Rosenblatt (c) 2007.
Nothing says romance like sequential art. I’m sure that wearing a shirt to match the Batman cover in the background didn’t hurt his chances, either.

Comics are for Lovers, Isotope Comics, San Francisco. Seth Rosenblatt (c) 2007.
Nothing says romance like sequential art. I’m sure that wearing a shirt to match the Batman cover in the background didn’t hurt his chances, either.

Jon Sung reveals his secret identity as a Green Lantern. Seth Rosenblatt (c) 2007.
Too bad the wishing ring works about as well as a movie prop. Although judging from the way that fantasy and science fiction are in the midst of a second Golden Age with their resurgence across all forms of popular culture, an adult wearing a ring with imaginary powers no longer identifies him as either infantile or fit for the loony bin, even if both are true. (Jon’s a friendly guy, though, so I’m assuming he’s not.)

J.H. Williams, right, talks with a fan at the opening night of his exhibition at Isotope Comics, San Francisco. Seth Rosenblatt (c) 2007.
Although most people probably think of comic book artists as slaves, chained to their drawing boards and permanently stained by India ink and, perhaps, drooling a little, the opening of the J.H. Williams “Batman” exhibition at Isotope Comics proved that at least one of them cleans up fairly well, and can even walk a bit upright. Read more

An alley in the Central Business District, Melbourne, Australia. Seth Rosenblatt (c) 2005.
There are times when somebody shows you their favorite… whatever. Their favorite book, their favorite baseball team. Their favorite dish that their momma used to cook. Their favorite bum that’s been begging for change off the same corner for 15 years. As I said, their favorite whatever. And your reaction is appropriate for a whatever it is, which is to say that you just don’t give a fig. Read more

Respite from the crowd at the Victoria Market, Melbourne, Australia. Seth Rosenblatt (c) 2005.
I had the strangest sense of deja vu walking through the Vic Market. I’d never been there before. In fact, I’d never been to any place quite like it. It was a familiar yet unique mix of deli, Chinese vegetable market and urban farmer’s market, all rolled into one and topped off with a long black.
That’s a coffee, an Americano, but stronger and more flavorful.

Car 870 on the 78-line, Prahran, Melbourne, Australia. Seth Rosenblatt (c) 2005.
Unbeknownst to me until about 5 seconds before I started writing this, the Melbourne, Australia – as opposed to Melbourne, Florida – public trams constitute the third-largest public tram network in the world with, as Wikipedia points out, 245 kilometers of track, 500 trams, and 1813 tram stops.
More importantly, they have these gorgeous wooden trams that are supported by a hidden steel underskeleton. Read more

Windsurfing near Crissy Field, The Presidio, San Francisco, CA. Seth Rosenblatt (c) 2007.
Even when you’re standing right at the beach near Crissy Field, with leaping windsurfers jumping from wave to wave until they succumb to the tide, it’s hard to believe you’re still standing in a major American city. It’s a big part of the reason that San Francisco has a housing market at least as bad as New York’s, and it’s a big part of the reason why the revitalization of the Crissy Field area has been so important to the City. Read more