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i have a copy and it is A MUST !

I just ordered the book as a gift for my sister, who is a bicoastal photographer and documentary film maker. It looks fascinating!

This book looks beautiful!!!

Wish it was longer 😢

thx

*Promosm*

Dude not sure how I found this but glad I did. Would love to have a loft some day!

Fantastic, can’t wait to get my copy

What a beautiful idea for a book. I'm always desperate for these peeks into New York's art scene and into the older generation that still produces there. Gorgeous work.

This is interesting. Great quality video too.

AMAZING

This was wonderful! Captures the creative strength of the NYC artist. What a great piece! Thank you!

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Loved her sympathy towards the single mamas! Natural female biology didn't benefit from all that free love crap! At birth, O brothers, where were you??

Wow! Such a great interview! And the Gibbie Folger story? The hair on my arms stood up! I never knew she dated Jim Marshall ?! Cool stories…thx for sharing :)

There was a photographer named Roland somebody who worked for Life magazine I believe, and he took a number of pictures that would be I think complimentary to her pictures;

"They were what I wanted." (Elaine) I think she really captured the moment and the times. I love her honesty. What I wouldn't give to have lunch or dinner with her sometime. Thanks for all the great work, Elaine - and to Damiani for doing the book and the vids.

A very interesting person. I would love to spend some time talking and reminiscing with her about those days. Sounds like she started her project after the "good year" ('66) and was just in time to honestly document the craziness the Haight became in '67-'69. My apology to her if that's not accurate. Such a mixture (her commentary) of good and bad: she went to Monterey Festival in June '67 and even sat close in the press pit to get those great photos ... but if I heard right, she went with Abigail (Gibby) Folger, who if it's the same person, was butchered 2 years later on Cielo drive in Aug. '69 with Sharon Tate. At any rate, I really enjoyed the interview, and I think she would be a great person to know and talk to, at least for me, as I was a musician at that time. Thanks for the post and all the best to you, Elaine Mayes. I'm gonna' buy your book.

'NO Insy-Outsy!'--Bill Graham's posted notice ..

Elaine I lived on Market in Van Ness in 1969 Never went to the Haight I'm 7 minutes into your almost 12 minute video and I'm still waiting for the punchline because I don't get what you're trying to say about the hate and what was real and what was not of what the media was trying to portray and what it is you're trying to portray I hope by the time I get 11 minutes I'm going to have my aw-ha moment ... Because so far I'm not getting it and I'm going to take a shot that this video started as if somebody cut in on the middle of this interview and that's how this begins or this is like an inside joke or conversation that unless you're from the in crowd you're not going to get it and so far I don't I hope I'm wrong by the time I come to the end of this 11 minute and 47 second video!

PORTRAIT OF YOUTH (C)2006 PORTRAIT OF YOUTH REMASTERED ❤

She's right . haight Asbury was a subjective thing more than anything else . sure there were lots of unusual behavior and creative outfits being worn but ultimately it was a shared experience brought on by acid and other psychedelics . i didn't try to change the world by activism or politics , demonstrating etc because i saw it as too big and powerful and dangerous . i became a teacher of meditation and helped people one person at a time to realize who and what they really are as that which is awake to itself . when that becomes one's new identity it doesn't matter what you 'do' , it only matters that you act naturally and this ageless state of consciousness that is always here in fullness will spill out onto someone that brushes up against you .

The Beats was alos Media driven in North Beach. I was in high school and went to North Beach in the late 50s and 60s.

Sorry ..James Marshall..i just rewound it and heard his name .talking ofgood vibes

Mary P how cool was your comment .anyways i lived at 435 Ashbury St my sister had 1st flr old Victorian HUGE by my ubringing ( which was Aces) room after room fireplaces Record Records everywhere! Yeah i was at an Oakland Dead New Years run..awful experience.everything not on me stolen..friggin bad vibes just driving by before we parked . One group of nice people Cambodian gang bangers i surmised .wonderful marijuana.. also earthmanas giving out sugar cubes out of a cigar boxes ..many of themthis was 1980 so shit really hadnt come yet full bore..yeah haight was cool if the sun and wind were just right ..weird my chemical intake slowed down because u looked at transactions as spiritual..no really ..all good vibes and inquisition and LAUGHTER ..no the haight ..golden gate oark the panhandle were all dark and negative.5he photographer who was there 15 years before me though i did live with brother in Mill Valley..her photo of Rick Griffin was beautifull..i to have a connection to Jim Harrison the great jazz photographer..we helped out at a gallery which featured his great book around 86 i think ..big tadoo..i just love coming across beautiful talented warm human beings

“The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side.” ― Hunter S. Thompson

Woody Guthrie - Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics "Some will rob you with a six-gun. And some with a fountain pen."

"Jerry is gone in one form, but like the magician that he is, he has explosively been transformed into a million Jerrys-one improvising in each of our hearts." - Ram Dass

No such thing as a "Press pass". Company identification 🤺💐

At the 10:51 mark he is showing a photo as an “example of melancholy in the air”. The man in the photo is poster and comics artist Rick Griffin who is known for his flying eyeball art.

The woman on the bottom left of the five people and carbon stairs is beautiful. She also seems to be “separate” from the rest of the group.

Guy with hair blowing holding book is lopsided. Not only is he lopsided which is ok, but the entire thing is lopsided in the opposite direction. I've always seen “photographers” speak badly about amateur work like this, “Poor devil can't even frame the subject properly.” I suppose it is nice having modern tools where one can simply rotate a picture to make it straight.

This girl was obviously never a Head. She didnt belong there

the CIA created the "Haight" and Laurel Canyon, and Kesey, and the "Dead", and Leary and the Acid Tests. I guess it is much easier to see it in hindsight...but many did smell the social engineering when it was being pushed. Nothing organic OR innocent about it. Hard pill to swallow but it's beyond debate at this point. And it was masterful. Absolute destruction of the elements that hold a healthy society together.

Great photos!! It was an interesting period in American social history. The scene had some very positive attributes as well as a dark underbelly. As a teenager I visited friends and relatives in SF and surrounding areas frequently during this time period and got a small taste of the hippie culture, and I was a big fan of some of the bands. However I was not fully immersed in the scene and never lived on the street. Frank Zappa wrote a funny satirical song about the scene called "Who Needs the Peace Corps" on the 1968 album "We're Only in it for the Money" by the Mothers of Invention. The lyrics from the uncensored version are posted below but I suggest hearing the actual song for full the effect. "What's there to live for? Who needs the Peace Corps? Think I'll just drop out I'll go to Frisco Buy a wig and sleep on Owsley's floor [Verse 2] Walked past the wig store Danced at the Fillmore I'm completely stoned I'm hippy and I'm trippy I'm a gypsy on my own I'll stay a week & get the crabs & take a bus back home I'm really just a phony But forgive me 'cause I'm stoned [Chorus] Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up on every street Go to San Francisco [Bridge] How I love ya, how I love ya How I love ya, how I love ya Frisco How I love ya, how I love ya How I love ya, how I love ya Oh, my hair is getting good in the back [Chorus] Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up on every street Go to San Francisco, [Interlude] First I'll buy some beads And then perhaps a leather band to go around my head Some feathers and bells And a book of Indian lore I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce How to get to Haight Street And smoke an awful lot of dope I will wander around barefoot I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times I will love everyone I will love the police as they kick the sh!t out of me on the street I will sleep I will, I will go to a house That's, that's what I will do I will go to a house Where there's a rock and roll band 'Cause the groups all live together And I will join a rock & roll band I will be their road manager And I will stay there with them And I will get the crabs But I won't care"

Thanks so much for sharing this video! I definitely want to check out more of her work!

I have been saying that the media created the Haight for years, but I think people don't like to hear that. It goes against the romanticized notion of love and peace, etc. But the truth is, love and peace is and always has been something that only a few can experience and only for a period of time. There are many reasons for this, but the big one is that those who are foreign to it, but yearn for it, will flock to wherever they see its existence, even if it is an externalized image of what they believe it to be. But they've been attracted by the externals of it all, and few understand or want to understand that there is so much more to it than just the prettiness it demonstrates. They just don’t know how to foster it or maybe even want to do so, because of the work that it requires. That too flies in the face of many people. If you really wish to understand how this was done, you need only look at how marketers and the media present things to us today. Even better, you can just go to the Internet Archive and see for yourself by perusing all the old print magazines, videos of tv commercials, listen to radio promos, and anything archived of our culture back then. It is blatant and unavoidable, and exactly the same as the way it is done today except without the deeper, more sophisticated methods that have come to be employed in today's marketing and media efforts. One way to ferret out something like this is to learn how to be honest with oneself and ask this question; "Is this commercial, news piece, or promo trying to convince me via factual information, or through my emotional reactions and feelings?" It is a good rule of hand that if they are aiming primarily for your emotions, your insecurities, and your inherent biases only, then they don't think the product can be successfully sold on its own merit and thus use people's weaknesses instead. However, today it is even more insidious, because they can be using both fact and emotional triggers to sell a product or idea. And that requires deep honesty, as well as a willingness to check facts and research. As for Love and happiness, they like everything else in this reality requires some type of effort at times to keep it going. Love and happiness are no different. Unfortunately, we live in an era where things are romanticized and wrapped in a veneer of sentimentality. All for no other reason but to sell something. So, like sex -- love and happiness are used against us in that way. Especially when leveraged against our hopes and desires and even more nefariously -- our insecurities and fears. But when used in this way to sell products, the American business model rears its ugly little pointed head, “Accentuate and blow out of proportion the positive and ignore, deny, and bury the negative.” So, the idea of effort being required to maintain them, is ignored if not denied out right. So much of everything we believe these days when it comes to these abstractions have been formulated, twisted, and used to sell products. What most people are not aware of is that it has been going on for well over a century. In fact, this is where most of our ideas and concepts of St. Valentine's Day and giving candy and cards came from. Then there is the big cash cow; Christmas and everything we consider that goes with it except the Christian aspects as well. Almost every holiday; secular or not, has been created in the modern mind to require spending cash for. Compare Halloween and Easter of today to that of forty years ago, and you will see a marked difference. Even the unofficial "Black Friday" has been commodified; and why not? It is all about buying in the first place. But now the effort is to extend it beyond just the Friday after Thanksgiving, but to include the weekend as well as Monday as well. Lest anyone think this is limited to only holidays, no--today almost every aspect of our lives is in some way tied to the expectation of buying things for it to mean something. I exemplify the holidays, as those are the most blatant examples. There are so many other areas of our psyche that are co-opted in the name of profit, and the outside world sees this in us. But we cannot, because we are the victims of it. But now the worst has happened. In these past thirty plus years, the American psyche has been convinced that profit, money, business, wealth, power, etc., are not only things to desire, but are sanctified by an American version of Christianity being taught under the name of the Abundance Doctrine and similar names. This originated here in the 50s, caught steam during the 80s, and now is an intrinsic part of Protestant Christian belief within the televangelist and mega-church circles. Tie all that in with the idea of what it is supposed to mean to be an American, and you have one hot mess of a society. The worst part about it is, once something is tied into religion, especially in a religion that expresses itself in terms of good=reward and evil=punishment, or buy and spend = patriotic true Americans versus anti-consumerism = commie socialist pig, lol. its harm cannot be undone. It is in fact considered a form of brainwashing through propaganda and other techniques. Unfortunately, It takes deep and often lifelong efforts to undo that kind of psychic damage to someone. I wouldn’t be surprised that upon posting this comment, I stir the ire and anger of many Christianized corporatists along with some Red Blooded Confederate "True Americans" into damning this ex Hippie to a Hell. Ah, well. . . So much for love and peace.

Let me speak to bret weir. Is he in? GET BRET WEIR I SAID!

Ricky is a phenomenally talented photographer and this is an incredibly important body of work.

Marvelous to listen to and to see Elaine Mayes!!

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Elaine, I have your book and it helped me immensely when I wrote/performed my solo show on Abigail Folger called Heiress,'69 😍

I really think it's not about all the places and bums you sleep with Stop the bragging

In the late 60's we would race to San Fran in groups of 2 from near Seattle. Slept in Golden Gate Park. Woke up one morning and they were setting up a free concert around me. Can't remember the band (memory is fading). The Hippies from around the Russian River eventually migrated to Oregon and Washington. The weed and the LSD were pure and strong. Everyone was your brother. The deli's were heaven!

Did you know my father Thomas Weir?

Just realized she mentioned Abigail Folger as a friend. She was one of the victims in the 1969 Manson TATE murders.

Wonderful story ! THIS was the generation that LIVED ! 💙🌻🌻🌻🌻

Loved this! Thank you❤

in early 1967 i found myself in a mexican drunk tank in which there were about 5 young american guys one of whom had a recent copy of life magazine which brought to my attention the haight ashbury phenomenon along with it's heavy psychedelic music scene so after my release from jail and deportation from mexico i thumbed my way up the coast where my last ride dropped me off at the blue house on oak street home of the budding band named mount rushmore and need i say one thing led to another...56 years later i'm still a hippy.

MY FRIEND RICK GRIFFIN