Signs are material culture. They aren’t the type of material culture that I focus on, but – they are there and I like them. That’s enough. So here are a few that I like. No theme. Just quirky.
They peek out from behind fences, in alleys, from brick walls. Reminders of businesses gone, of a time gone. Faded signs.
From the Oakland line to the Albany line, the sign art of San Pablo Avenue, our Boulevard of Funk.
The outward and physical manifestations of an inward and spiritual quirk – signs from the Indian spice shops, groceries, music and video stores, and clothing stores that add to the mix of Berkeley.
From East to West, Oxford to 4th, the signs that line University Avenue serve as cultural markers and thus rise in my estimation to quirky. I don’t include the signs of Indian businesses, which are posted separately.
The neon signs that line University Avenue and San Pablo Avenue. Simply that. I find them quirky and calming.
Neon at night – Telegraph Avenue, Bancroft, and Durant. That’s it. Simple, calming, urban, quirky.