Enia<p>I’ve been doing this thing that I’m calling “last wash 10 pm,” a photo series of old school laundromats in San Francisco. </p><p>growing up in New York, I spent a good portion of my Saturdays in a laundromat with my Dad. we would load up our granny cart with our family’s sheets, towels, and dirty clothes, and head down the block where we could get them all washed, dried and folded in a matter of hours. </p><p>they’re rarely glamorous, highly utilitarian third spaces many of us are forced to frequent. I had gotten spoiled by having in-unit laundry while living in San Francisco, but when I moved back to Brooklyn for 2 months in the fall of 2021, we became reacquainted again. quarters were out, and reloadable chip cards were in but pretty much everything else remained the same. </p><p>1/</p><p><a href="https://sfba.social/tags/streetphotography" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>streetphotography</span></a> <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/laundry" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>laundry</span></a> <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/laundromat" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>laundromat</span></a> <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/sanfrancisco" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>sanfrancisco</span></a></p>