Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Margherita





















Una margherita dice la verità
Una margherita dice quel che gli và

M’ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, chissà se poi
Mi ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, per la sottana

Nanana, nana, nana, nanana
Una margherita dice la verità

M’ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, chissà se poi
Mi ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, chissà se poi

Mi ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, per la sottana

Felicità
Tu se vuoi puoi tornare con me
Lui non c’è
E partendo ti ha presa con se

Felicità
Ti nascondi in un cielo di nuvole
E non saprò mai
Se un giorno tornerai

Una margherita dice la verità
Solamente quando vuole risponderà

M’ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, chissà se poi
Mi ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, per la sottana

Nanana, nana, nana, nanana
Una margherita dice quel che le và

M’ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, chissà se poi
Mi ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, chissà se poi

Mi ama, non m’ama
Mi ama, per la sottana

Felicità
Tu se vuoi puoi tornare da me
Lui non c’è
E partendo ti ha presa con se

Felicità
Ti nascondi in un cielo di nuvole
E non saprò mai
Se un giorno tornerai

Una margherita dice la verità

Monday, January 28, 2008

i-read, therefore i-quote...























Sometimes I like to read books I already read in order to extract quotes from them. Ideally those quotes would end up somewhere where they can be remembered and trigger their own individual emotion, like a special notebook or framed hanging on my walls.

Last night I opened a book randomly to fetch the first set of words that said something meaningful to me on that moment. Or maybe something well put, either in a funny or a clever way, or hopefully both. This one is from Everything is Illuminated, my favorite book ever.

'The more you love somebody, the harder it is to tell them.'

I would probably file this one on the wisdom shelve. I think there's some truth in it.

Should I feel guilty for not reading new books instead of going back and forth to the dusty pages of my beloved books? I don't think so. Re-reading it's a good exercise for the soul.

J.L. Borges used to say that it is better to stop readying a book when you are not enjoying it anymore and instead you should go back to those books you enjoy and re read them over and over. I fully agree with the greatest Argentinian writer. But back to Everything is Illuminated, there is another quote I like from it:

'Books are for those without real lives. And they are no real replacement.'

This goes on the shelve of funny thoughts. Of course it's a false idea, but it's funny cos it comes from a writer writing a book, Safran Foer. I do, however, see a point here. Instead of spending your life readying other people's lives, get a life of your own.

My point is simple. If your life is intense and fiery, then you will enjoy reading books that transmit equally heightened emotions, and not other type of books. So it's good to spend your hours feeding you spirit with food to your eyes.

This leads me to a quote of my own:

'You are what you read'

Now here's how Borges describes a book...

'Un libro es una cosa entre las cosas, un volumen perdido entre los volúmenes que pueblan el indiferente universo, hasta que da con su lector, con el hombre destinado a sus símbolos. Ocurre entonces la emoción singular llamada belleza, ese misterio hermoso que no descifran ni la psicología ni la retórica. La rosa es sin por qué, dijo Angelus Silesius; siglos después, Whistler declararía El arte sucede.'

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Around Mexico City in 24 hours



















Yesterday around this time of the day (18:30) I was betting on horses at Hipodromo de Las Americas. It was fun cos I won most of the races and as you know, winning is fun. Two men sat next to us and asked me how does races work. One of them was from Cologne, Germany and I used to live in that city so we spoke about life in Germany and we spoke in his language. He had never been at the horse races before. I could have said anything and he would have believed it, but instead I said who will be the winning horse on the next one and he bet his money on it and won. We had drinks and fun and I never knew his name, nor I think I will ever see him again.

It was sunny and mellow and the sky was blue and it turned pink and yellow and purple and then dark before we left.


















Next stop was La Bodegita del Medio where beans and rice and yummy cuban food was served along with Mojitos. I had not been there in ages but the food and mood is just as good.


































After I went to Papu's where Roto, la Momia, Tati and Arthur were hanging out, but only Papu and I went to the Pete, Bjorn & John concert to hear the song of the whistle and to tell everyone to come after to my party at Pasaje America. The band played other songs, but not many people seemed to know the lyrics of them. Young Folks and that was all folks.


















Arrived at P.A. past midnight, had a drink and a chat with with Pepito and Genaro the only people that had arrived, but suddenly we were surrounded by lots of more friends who had arrived from concerts, parties, Jumex, dinner parties, their hair dresser, etc. People kept coming in the entire night.




















As much as I wanted to stay there with Papu and all, in the back of my head I knew I had to get up early to go see Pumas play at CU the next morning. Laurita, Xochitl and I drove home together. I was sleeping like a baby, meaning deep but brief, when a noise louder than a bomb woke me up, I snoozed it and tried to go back to sleep. But then I remembered I was expecting my friend to go see the match together. So I might as well get up now, I thought.


















I had a shower and changed a million times before deciding what to wear. I did not put on any sports gear this time, which was a good thing, I guess, cos Pumas lost and this way I could ignore the defeat easier than otherwise.


















At the stadium we sat at two different places so we could get a panoramic view. Well, not really...


















The real reason was to get away from the sun, but in the end we got a great view and enjoyed an exciting match, inspite the fact that Pumas lost to Atlante 2-1. Sniff.


















A walk around the gorgeous UNAM campus followed. I was tempted to sit down there and spend the rest fo the afternoon chilling under a tree, but I was starving cos I did not have time to eat breakfast, so we left to the nearest food place, the Burger King on Insurgentes, then Starbucks, then Lumen, then the bank, then supermarket and now finally home.

I downloaded my pics of the day and noticed that in less than 24 hours I had been in so many places, done so many things, saw so many people and lived so many experiences that I thought I posted them here.

By the way...


















The dream I was telling you before looks a little bit like this.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Batman & The Beattles























1970. I never met you, but here's to you, tio Ale.

Everyone else can read the whole story following this link:

http://xoomer.alice.it/james_paul_mccartney/paul_is%20_dead_batman.html

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Coachella 2008























Last night there was a little big party to celebrate the announcement of Coachella 2008's line up. It was a Monday night, but that did not seem to bother anyone. The most beautiful crowd in Mexico was there.

I enjoyed bumping into Leo (Fobia) and Didi (Brazilian Girls), but also into Pennylane, Quecho, Tito, Pia, Lino and the others. Lots of pictures were taken but I have not got one to here illustrate so I guess it'd make sense if I just post up the flyer for Coachella, since that was the excuse, huh?

Before Pasaje America I had a lovely little time with my friend Amanda, she is back and that's good. We went to La Gloria and another mexican friend visiting from Berlin joined us too. As usual, Mandy and I shared some innocent jokes and a bottle of tinto, like on my dream. Blame it to the full moon! Amanda hates it when i call her Mandy, but I still do it cos it's handy!

About the line up and Coachella I must say that a few opinion leaders out there were not so excited about the talent, me included, naturlich. Something is missing. I think it's Radiohead. It's cool that Kraftwerk is playing, but that's about the only band I am interested to see there and I have already seen them, and so did you.

Having said that, I will not be going this year because Coachella and MACO happen at the same time and I rather do Maco (Mexico's Contemporary Art fair). I just love to see thousends of people being interested in something a bit more abstract than music, art. And friends from all over the planet will come for their annual reset on art's zeitgeist and that's just way more refreshing than a bunch of people getting drunk to Arcade Fire's new album. Plus Coachella will do another festival in August in NYC, so I would not mind checking that one out instead.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Hasta cierto punto...
















Hasta cierto punto, no se como explicarte.
Hasta cierto punto, yo como digo una cosa digo otra.
Hasta cierto punto… ya hasta se me olvido lo que te iba a decir.

Last Friday Papu and I went to Pasaguero to attend Jorge Pedro’s b-day party. Chico y Chica were playing, but I did not pay much attention cos I was busy at their dressing room, where I had been abducted by my two favorite bloggers/photographers for a little session, Domestika Fine Arts and Diario de Fiestas.

I was posing. They were shooting. Both at the same time. Domestika captured my spirit on every picture, while the other one captured something else, I still dunno what to call it, maybe it’s called attitude.

At one point Jorge Pedro joined us and it was a bloggers meeting, four mexican bloggers sitting on a couch talking about the future of our sites. Apparently, and off the record, hellodf.com (my site) is the most popular media for the 'scene' here. Hurrah for HelloDF.com!

Hasta cierto punto... ese era el plan!

Mini Naomi





I have been Minipoped!

If you don't know, just ask (the eight ball)














I had no idea about the order of the balls here, but my friend thought me so I took a pic for reference. I would like to play more often. It's fun. But I need lots of practice, or maybe another oponent!

I used to play this when I was a kid at the Hacienda where dad took us every weekend. Those were sweet days for us my brother, sister and me. We used to play for hours without anyone bugging us, while our parents were spending time together. Win win situation for all. How sweet is that?

Any given Friday Night in Mexico City

Las Luchas, Patrick Miller, Bar Reforma (Rocket's Push it party) and Califa. Do I need to say more?

Mis Alitas














I always wanted a pair of silver boots with little wings on the sides. I have looked for them since I can remember, but nope. My desired object does not exists on shops. One of those things that live only in one’s fantasy, I guess. Until last week when my friend Alessandro Alviani came to visit and gave me a pair of silver boots from his new collection. Silver leather boots! There was one thing missing though… the little wings.

The day after I looked in my closet and found a piece of silver leather I bought at Portobello market on my last trip to London. Now that I remember, the primary reason for me to buy it was to make accessories. With it, I made a purse with the shape of a fish, which I wore in Tulum and catched the attention of Jade Jagger and her daughter. I also made a pair of earings in the shape of wings, and gave one to Jade (the other one to Patci in Berlin). Silver little wings. See there’s something I love about wings, even the fags I smoke in Tulum had them on their package, Alitas.

That night I was imagining how would my new silver boots woudl look like with their little wings on them.

In front of me sat one of my favourite illustrators and the temptation was huge. Can you draw me a little wing, please? And so he did. Voila! Here’s my new customised pair of boots, maybe even better than the ones I imagined.

My Best Friend


















And then...

Meet my best friend in the whole wide world. Her name is Xochitl, but it's easier if you call her Xo. We met 16 years ago. We used to hate eachother, until one day she approached me and suggested we should be friends.

Xo is half swiss, she spent summers in Europe, and went to acting school in L.A. We kept visiting eachother and travelling to places like, San Francisco, Ibiza, London, Frankfurt, Zurich, etc.

In the year 2001 we both travelled to Miami for the WMC and there she met Mr.C a London DJ/producer/mc/promoter/label owner, they got married and now she also DJs.

What distinguishes our relationship from other's is the fact that when we get together we just never stop talking, but also the fact that we have been separated by distance, since the day we decided to be friends. Yet inspite of time and distance we have managed to stay eachother's best friend. We never email and rarely call eachother, but on those little trips we make up for the time apart. Next time we see eachother, Saturday to DJ at Pasaje America. It should be fun.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Sleepless in Macondo























O man, take care!
What does the deep midnight declare?
"I was asleep—
From a deep dream I woke and swear:
The world is deep,
Deeper than day had been aware.
Deep is its woe;
Joy—deeper yet than agony:
Woe implores: Go!
But all joy wants eternity—
Wants deep, wants deep eternity."
~Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Chapter 59, "The Second Dance-Song"

Monday, January 7, 2008

When routine bites hard...




















Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether. - Luis Bunuel


Green eyes, blue eyes, grey eyes? Bizarre Love Tiangle! It's a Blue Monday and I'm about to dive into a few design books and I dunno when I will be able to come back. This is a fare well note. I may bump into Ian Curtis and never return. I may end up lost in the cover of a Roxy Music album, or looking for a cabbie outside the Hacienda, for I don't know anyone in Manchester anymore. And on my way to the house with woodchip on the wall, I'll drive through OMD's Architechture and turn left on Section 25, and only if Confussion allows me, maybe I'll stop for lunch at the Factory, eat all of Suede's Pulp and drink New Order's entire Substance. Ouch. This is Hardcore

Can it be preety if no one thinks it's preety? - Brod
















Leute von heute, I forgot I had a blog!

Ha. I speak to the people out there as if I had a massive readership awaiting for my verbal non-sense. You and I know it's just for fun, my own fun.

The New Years Eve party I organised was great. There will be more of those events spread along the year, as well as some art exhibitions I'm now working on. Stay tuned!

I know it's too soon for an analysis, but I must say that's been an obvioulsy sweet 2008 so far.

My weekend was delicious and though I enjoyed staying in the city, today's when real traffic kicks in. As you know, I don't even drive, but just the thought of it hunts me. I can't wait to run away from here.

Speaking of running, I got a date at the gym, so I gotto run.

The pile of work this week is scary, but necessary. What can you do?