It is a strange thing to walk around San Francisco, judging other people's pants. Are this person's pants interesting enough? His? Hers? Certainly, all of them are technically stranger's pants, and yet...if one is going to show off pants, they should be worth showing off. Sadly, it was too cold at the beach to do what i wanted to do--take a picture of a stranger's pants, left in the changing room; a strangerless set of stranger's pants. But I did end up with a girl and her mother, in what I thought were and interesting pair of differently matching pant outfits.