Saturday we played in the gallery in the back of the RVCA store in San Francisco. The show was full of friends. Even if it was for just a few precious moments, a strong bond of peace was forged between the war-torn lands of northern and southern california. The PA was stretched tightly to plug into each wall, and looked and moved like an octopus on a cross. More pictures after the jump.

Hosts.

Yes lawn bowling. No Bocce.

Thoroughfare.

And look who curates the book section of this place!

Punk book.

I guess the light fixtures look like octopi too.

Brought to you by the lovely Meghan Edwards.

Bob plus white boots.

This is distinctly a Brother Reade pile of things.

Real recognize real.

Only built for waffle drip knuckles.

We stumbled upon an original Mike DeWitt in the basement. Don’t tell art thieves.

Mod Ped. Modded.

Fidel, Ramon, Christelle?

Buddy Leezle.

One of these is not like the others…

Back in time.

F the fuzz.