Author Archives: Larissa Archer

The Cries of San Francisco in SF Weekly

Posted on June 13, 2011 by Larissa Archer

You don’t have to pick a special day on Market Street to be yelled at by strangers. And it’s not that unusual to encounter those in odd outfits trying to sell you objects and services of ostentatious uselessness. But Saturday, … Continue reading →

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My review of Doug Rickard’s "A New American Picture" in the San Francisco Examiner

Posted on June 9, 2011 by Larissa Archer

Roofs face the elements without shingles and collapsing, store fronts stand shuttered and windows boarded over, and gingerbread crumbles off formerly elegant facades. In Doug Rickard’s “A New American Picture” on view at Stephen Wirtz Gallery, the sense of desertion … Continue reading →

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My write-up of "First Thursday" openings at 49 Geary in SF Weekly

Posted on June 3, 2011 by Larissa Archer

​Clusters of young Americans propped themselves up on Golgothan stilettos, clutching their plastic cups of white wine with one hand and texting virtuosically with the other. Some hood-ish-looking young men in ‘do-rags dragged their pants behind them from gallery to … Continue reading →

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My review of Richard Learoyd’s Presences at Fraenkel Gallery in Art Practical

Posted on June 2, 2011 by Larissa Archer

It’s hard not to feel like an overzealous dermatologist examining the subjects of Richard Learoyd’s exhibition at Fraenkel Gallery. His large-scale direct-positive images reveal a degree of epidermal detail one usually only gets to see while making out under an … Continue reading →

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On Not Marrying

Posted on April 21, 2011 by Larissa Archer

Marriage has always held a place in the image of myself that seems so far away, I almost believe I will have to be a completely different person by the time it happens, the way a child must imagine herself … Continue reading →

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Word.

Posted on March 3, 2011 by Larissa Archer

A friend turned me on to The Believer magazine, which is now my bus and train reading. In the February issue, there’s a fascinating series of essays by transgender author T Cooper on different aspects of his transformation from female … Continue reading →

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Scared of Everything

Posted on February 20, 2011 by Larissa Archer

When I was a child I was scared of many things, all imaginary. I had a vintage Everyman Library edition of ghost stories that I tortured myself with at bedtime, and my parents foolishly allowed me to watch TV specials … Continue reading →

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On Spectacular Theatre

Posted on February 12, 2011 by Larissa Archer

A few years ago I attended the dress rehearsal of a production of The King and I at the Royal Albert Hall in London. For the most part, it was pleasant, although not being a regular musical theatre goer, I … Continue reading →

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Hell is Your People

Posted on January 30, 2011 by Larissa Archer

I got an invitation in the mail the other day to the annual “Russian Festival” at the San Francisco Russian Center, an event I attended regularly as a child. I remember tables of cherry pastries and pierogi, game stands where … Continue reading →

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Eonnagata, Théatre des Champs-Elysées

Posted on January 27, 2011 by Larissa Archer

Another piece I was lucky enough to see in Paris was Eonnagata, a collaborative dance/dramatic work by Robert Lepage, Sylvie Guillem, and Russell Maliphant, at the Théatre des Champs-Elysées. Now, I say lucky because I will happily see anything with … Continue reading →

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