San Francisco is a shopper’s paradise. Grizzled merchants stand on every street corner, hawking limited-edition frocks, canteens of amyl nitrate, and freshly caught trout. Local artisans crouch beside burning screenplays in their garrets as we speak, whittling dolphin sculptures and fashioning homemade furniture from leftover absinthe spoons, waiting for their moment in the capitalist sun. No wonder the kids cheer “Hip hip... More >>>