Mall stores be damned… I want to shop where the people paint. A recent trip to San Francisco reminded me how absolutely colorless our shopping experience has become. Stores like Wasteland (a sea of vintage clothing) on Haight Street; Paxton Gate (taxidermy, jewelry, and other oddities) and Viracocha (where anything including a metal steamer and a helium canister can become a lighting fixture) both on Valencia Street… ooze personality and one-off stuff. And the cement walls of the buildings in these areas are loaded with more personal expression. Here is a smattering of what I saw.