who is saint francie?

There are a lot of ways to spell Nikki; it's not an ideal name for a URL. Plus there are already two famous Nikki Henderson’s: one a genius right here in the Bay Area fighting at the intersection of food, race, and labor; another, one of the youngest people to sail the world solo. On some grey but sunny but cool but foggy but warm day in San Francisco in March, April, May, June, July, August, or September (I forget) I coined yet another terrible nickname for San Francisco, and in doing so, Saint Francie was born. I needed a way for you to find me, because Google can’t.

Saint Francie is a skeleton that lives (and occasionally sleeps) in San Francisco. The only true soulmates she believes in are beans and rice, but entertains love affairs with delicious weirdos of all kinds. Anywhere she goes, a bouquet tends to spontaneously grow in her hands, and even when the flowers die, she glues them back together. She will stain you and everything you own and you will love it. Don’t believe me? Try these on for size.

Photo by Alex Akamine Photography