It was once again one of the high holy days in SF. Easter in the Park is one of the few opportunities you'll get each the year to see such a high level of color and sashay, not to mention serious shortages of foundation, rouge, etc. The credit for staging such a magnificent event goes to the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence who moved the festivities from Golden Gate Park to Delores for this years incarnation. Even though the park is fairly open and seems quite large most of the time, the stage appeared to be rather tiny from my eventual vantage point. Despite that, the setting felt more intimate then at the more expansive GG park.
Hats were one of the main stars of the day and there was certainly no shortage of them on display. Much thought and effort had gone into the majority of them, although there was the odd store bought affair that gave the wearer points for at least making an effort, but were easily outshone by the more original splendor of the home crafted variety, which were present in abundance.
One of the nice things about an Easter event is that black is not so prevalent, with pleasant pops of color being the order of the day. The most garish of outfits easily stole the attention from drabber, less visually stimulating frockery.
In keeping with the season, religious imagery was plentiful with the clerical set co-mingling with those of a less ecclesiastical bent.
We were once again blessed with great weather, which meant that there was no excuse to not expose as much flesh as possible in order to achieve maximal impact. Despite the warm rays, many ended up layering on the fabric with impressive displays of stitchery.
Some of the attempted schtick was just a little too cheesy even for me, but you have to applaud the effort.
Due to the press of bodies at the front of the stage, I had no option but to see what the rear had to offer. To my delight, there was still much to see as the contestants for the Hunky Jesus Contest awaited their brief moment in the spotlight. Hunky may have been in short supply, but there was no lack of hutzpah.
© 2026 Carl Fisher