Love Naomi

I pretend, therefore I am

2011-06-04T16:51:00.000-07:00

LESS BLOOD, MORE POETRY - En el Zócalo con Sicilia

2011-06-04T16:37:00.000-07:00

Walk, laugh, love, have fun...

2011-06-04T16:24:00.000-07:00

PUMAS CAMPEON *******

2011-06-04T13:06:00.000-07:00

Hello Ocean

2011-06-04T12:58:00.000-07:00

"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always our self we find in the sea."
— E.E. Cummings

SMALL THINGS @ Collección Jumex

2011-06-04T12:00:00.000-07:00

Music to escape from rehab

2011-06-04T11:47:00.000-07:00

http://soundcloud.com/hellodf/it-s-not-you-it-s-your-record

Música para escaparse del rehab

Spacemen 3- Set Me Free
Henry Mancini - Moon River (Kid Koala scratch)
Lou Reed/Andy Warhol - All Tomorrow´s Parties
d3NdRON/Quiero Club/Bran Van 3000 - Gatos Marinos
Radiohead –Idioteque
Japanther- Happiness
Death in Vegas – Girls
Scanner – Safety
Röyksopp – The Drug

hellodf.com

...

2011-01-25T08:49:00.000-08:00

The book of Dreams

2010-10-20T09:56:00.000-07:00

...where the wind is been telling the truth for ever
and ever
and ever...

Last night I had a strange dream. Impossible to tell all the details here. Intricate. Kind of scary. Bizarre. Was it watching True Blood? Was it drinking #17 at the local mezcaleria? In any case, it's always interesting to know how much information finds its way into our consciousness.

I uderstand little about dreams: earlier, when I was a child, I thought they had a secret meaning, but when I read about some of the interpretations I stop trying to analise them, what is the point if somebody else already did, I thought.

At the moment the only thing that interests me about dreaming is the benefit I can get from them, for instance, to steal an idea from the dream and to then use that idea to create something new with it. Ideas for stories, fictions, non-fiction, that kind of thing, which is why I have been keeping a dream journal next to my bed for the past six months or so.

If you are reading this and, like me, you are the kind of reader who tends to imagine every single object mentioned, let me correct your thoughts: the book where I write my dreams is not exactly a red pocket-size Moleskine notebook, although for romantic purposes and posterity I wish it was.

Writing with pen and paper is completely outdated and not very practical to my point of view, speacially writing in the dark. It's just more efficient to write on an electronic device, call it i-touch, i-pad or blackberry, which is the case.

The data I store is in the shape of keywords just to keep it even more practical, keywords that work as polaroids representing a sequence, so when I see a couple of them I can remember the entire dream.

Writing entire dreams it's a silly idea, I think. It's non-sense. The interesting part is the monuments you see, the details in them, the visuals, the concepts, but the story not always is worth telling, because there is a lack of enlightment, unless the concsious bit of us takes part and extracts it from the dream. That is what interests me, so I am going to check my notes and if I am ready I'll just write a modified dream down on a red pocket-sike Moleskine notebook one day soon, if not, I'll just keep dreaming.

FABIO DE MIGUEL @ LA FRESH GALLERY, MADRID

2010-06-01T15:28:00.001-07:00

Exposición de FABIO DE MIGUEL -autor también del arte en las cintas de Almodovar, razón por la que el cineasta se encontraba allí, aunque con tanto glitter nunca lo vi. La exposición se llevó a cabo en la galería La Fresh en Madrid, luego les cuento mas.

Krishnamurti

2010-05-14T20:09:00.001-07:00

"Si hemos de crear un mundo nuevo, una nueva civilización, un arte nuevo, no contaminado por la tradición, el miedo, las ambiciones, si hemos de originar juntos una nueva sociedad en la que no existan el «tú» y el «yo», sino lo nuestro, ¿no tiene que haber una mente que sea por completo anónima y que, por lo tanto, esté creativamente sola? Esto implica, ¿no es así?, que tiene que haber una rebelión contra el conformismo, contra la respetabilidad, porque el hombre respetable es el hombre mediocre, debido a que siempre desea algo; para su felicidad depende de la influencia, o de lo que piensa su prójimo, su gurú, de lo que dice el Bagavad Gita o los Upanishads o la Biblia o Cristo. Su mente jamás está sola. Ese hombre nunca camina solo, sino que siempre lo hace con un acompañante, el acompañante de sus ideas.

¿No es, acaso, importante descubrir, ver todo el significado de la interferencia, de la influencia, ver la afirmación del «yo», que es lo opuesto de lo anónimo? Viendo todo eso, surge inevitablemente la pregunta: ¿Es posible originar de inmediato ese estado de la mente libre de influencias, el cual no puede ser afectado por su propia experiencia ni por la experiencia de otros, ese estado de la mente incorruptible, sola? Únicamente entonces es posible dar origen a un mundo diferente, a una cultura y una sociedad diferentes donde puede existir la felicidad."

my first hirst

2010-04-26T20:28:00.000-07:00

Damien Hirst came to Mexico City for the opening of Dark Trees. I was über tired from the night before, the Jumex party, so the last thing I needed was another excuse to leave my home that evening, for all I wanted was to sleep, so I took an invite dead serious and at lunch break popped by HIlario Galguera where 39 Hirsts were waiting.

There was not many people there, I guess just collectors who can actually afford what the most expensive living artist was there to offer, not my case. However Mr HIrst was kind enough to make me a drawing and sign it for me.

Someone wrote me this poem...

2010-03-30T23:53:00.000-07:00

you are so hopelessly pretty

if i were walking on a tight rope
and I fell
into your arms
it would be ok

you are so helplessly pretty
as you glide along the street
all the eyes respectfully caress you

you are so honestly pretty
I could walk up to you
and take you by the hand
and take you to another land

you are so hopelessly pretty
if you were walking on a tight rope
and fell
I would catch you and catch you and catch you
all day long

-ANONIMOUS, FOREVER

She is a Rainbow

2010-03-05T17:47:00.000-08:00

Once I followed the rainbow until the other end and when I got there, someone was waiting for me and told me, oh dear, you made it this far, you believed and followed without fearing the lightning, the storm, the blinding sun. Now I am going to answer to you any question you have. ask anything. You just have one question... And so I asked...

- What's the magic spell for happiness?

- You have to say these words everyday:

"I don't know about tomorrow, but today I am the happiest person in the whole wide world"

- That's it?

- Yes, that's it.

- And how often shall I repeat these words?

- Everyday.

- How often?

- As often as you want.

- Does it cost.

- No, it's free.

- Ok! thanks a million!

-Nevermind. I told you: it's free.

And so, I came all the way back following the colours in the sky.

Me pregunto... (y no quiero saber)

2009-10-08T23:11:00.000-07:00

Me pregunto...

¿Qué pasaría si me hiciera un tatuaje en la muñeca en forma de reloj y qué hora marcarían sus manecillas?

¿Qué pasaría si existiera un espejo en las multiples aplicaciones del i-phone?

¿Qué pasaría si ahora leo unas dos o tres paginas antes de dormir?

¿Qué pasaría si en lugar de leerlas, mejor las escribo y asi me invento la historia que quiero leer?

¿Qué pasaría si en lugar de lo anterior, mejor pongo una pelicula y lentamente cierro los ojos?

¿Qué pasaría si dejara de soñar?

¿Qué pasaría si no hubiera música?

¿Qué pasaría si nos faltara la poesía?

La verdad no lo se. No quiero nunca saber.

Los Laberintos (de Borges)

2009-09-02T20:50:00.000-07:00

La obra de Borges es infinita.

La obra de Borges es infinita porque en ella se encuentran todas las posibles combinaciones de alguna u otra referencia libresca.

La obra de Borges es infinita porque en ella se encuentran todas las posibles combinaciones de alguna u otra referencia libresca. La obra de Borges es infinita porque en ella se encuentran todas las posibles combinaciones de alguna u otra referencia libresca que obligan al lector a querer explorar todos los libros que jamás se hayan escrito, los que aun no se han escrito, y los que jamás se escribirán.

La obra de Borges es infinita porque en ella se encuentran todas las posibles combinaciones de alguna u otra referencia libresca que obligan al lector a querer explorar todos los libros que jamás se hayan escrito, los que aun no se han escrito y los que jamás se escribirán. No en vano Borges imagino el paraíso como una Biblioteca infinita y cuando hablamos de infinito, inevitablemente hablamos de eternidad, de aquella repetición de la repetición que con múltiples espejos ilustró a lo largo de su trayecto como escritor, pensador y creador de relatos fantásticos cuya validez no solo ha cruzado distancias, desafiado las lenguas y el tiempo, también ha anticipado el futuro.

La obra de Borges es infinita porque en ella se encuentran todas las posibles combinaciones de alguna u otra referencia libresca que obligan al lector a querer explorar todos los libros que jamás se hayan escrito, los que aun no se han escrito y los que jamás se escribirán. No en vano Borges imagino el paraíso como una Biblioteca infinita y cuando hablamos de infinito, inevitablemente hablamos de eternidad, de aquella repetición de la repetición que con múltiples espejos ilustró a lo largo de su trayecto como escritor, pensador y creador de relatos fantásticos cuya validez no solo ha cruzado distancias y desafiado las lenguas y el tiempo, también ha anticipado el futuro. Hoy, en la era de la información, una biblioteca tan compleja y profunda como la de Babel existe y se bifurca infinitamente en la red, Borges fue el primero en concebirla.

La obra de Borges es infinita porque en ella se encuentran todas las posibles combinaciones de alguna u otra referencia libresca que obligan al lector a querer explorar todos los libros que jamás se hayan escrito, los que aun no se han escrito y los que jamás se escribirán. No en vano Borges imagino el paraíso como una Biblioteca infinita y cuando hablamos de infinito, inevitablemente hablamos de eternidad, de aquella repetición de la repetición que con múltiples espejos ilustró a lo largo de su trayecto como escritor, pensador y creador de relatos fantásticos cuya validez no solo ha cruzado distancias y desafiado las lenguas y el tiempo, también ha anticipado el futuro. Hoy, en la era de la información, una biblioteca tan compleja y profunda como la de Babel existe y se bifurca infinitamente en la red, Borges fue el primero en concebirla. Yo he platicado con Borges (en sueños) y me lo ha contado todo: de aquella conversación en mi memoria no queda nada más que este borroso laberinto.

EVOL IMOAN

2009-08-13T15:30:00.000-07:00

I always wanted a t shirt with my name or pic on it. Rogelio made both for me and it made me very happy. I love people who meet through blogs. There's some sweetness about it. We first met in the physical world just last Saturday when he came to deliver this t-shirt designed by himself based on a photo Zemmoa took on one night out. Then he made an illustration and print. Thank you!

Rogelio publishes a wicked blog entitled www.soyvictim.com

smoking does not kill the dead

2009-08-02T12:59:00.000-07:00

Había una vez un hombre mirando por la ventana.

En los trenes, en aviones, en botes, el hombre siempre estaba mirando al horizonte.

El hombre miraba y pensaba.

Pensaba y miraba.

Un hombre y su ventana.

Adicto al cigarro -por no decir adicto al panorama- el hombre exhalaba humo con la idea de ir dejando, de algún modo, un rastro por su paso, como si quisiera que alguien lo encontrara.

Un día, en uno de sus viajes, el hombre al llegar a su hotel lo primero que hizo fue correr las cortinas y abrir de par en par las ventanas y entonces allí estaba, del otro lado del edificio, una mujer asomada por la ventana. El hombre no sabia quien era ella, pero el sentía que ya la había visto. Tomó una hoja del cajón junto a la cama, la dobló en dos partes, nuevamente dobló la hoja, ahora solo las esquinas de un lado y dobló por ultima vez el papel hasta que logró convertir la hoja en un avión de papel.

Con un lápiz escribió en el idioma que supuso era universal, 'What's your name?' y lo arrojó por la ventana impulsándolo hacia ese punto donde se encontraba ella, es decir, la ventana de enfrente.

La mujer tomó la hoja y contestó, What's yours?

Así pasaron el resto del día, haciéndose preguntas que jamas vieron respuesta, hasta que la hoja, de tanta tinta ya no pudo volar. Los dos vieron el papel caer a la calle y ninguno pensó en bajar (en realidad los dos pensaron en hacerlo, pero ninguno se atrevió a ser el primero).

Llegó la noche, la luz se apagó. Las ventanas de ambos se quedaron abiertas, pero ellos no se volvieron a ver.

The story of a poem (that never was)

2009-07-17T19:10:00.000-07:00

I spent the whole afternoon crafting a poem.
I looked for the right words,
(to tell you the truth, my heart was not being generous,
so I had to borrow).

That poem talked about a labyrinth,
and like a labyrinth, the words within crawled up inwards
and endlessly...

With black ink on white paper I wrote that poem
and like a labyrinth, the words within crawled up inwards
and endlessly... (and I did not had to press 'send'),

I took the poem with me, along with some gifts which I
wrapped in silver, just like myself (secretly I was the gift, myself).
And when I gave myself in, no one was there.

I took the gifts along with the spiral poem with me
and threw them out of the window facing a castle,
and in that very moment,
the whole dream vanished.

Meet my boyfriend

2009-07-01T11:44:00.000-07:00

Always Different and Never the Same

2009-06-22T08:58:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a man who used to spend the whole time looking through the window. On his journeys, he always picked the window seat and, not even for a second, bothered to look elsewhere.

The man had no friends as no one could stand his unexplainable indifference, his perpetual silence, his rejection. But the man, of course, never knew this for he did not mean these actions. He was simply attracted to what was going on at the other side of the window, even when there was absolutely nothing going on outside.

He used to smoke, not only to justify his window obsession, but to secretly leave a trail, even when he knew it would not last for long, like the view outside, which like life is always different and never the same.

An imaginary debut album

2009-06-21T17:18:00.000-07:00

Not long ago, I bumped into another silly application on Facebook, one that allows you to find the name of your band, and your band's album cover. I thought that was kind of silly: why settle with their suggestions, when you can use your imagination. It's always more fun to imagine.

Here's how I'd call the tracks on my imaginary debut album:

A Few Clouds
Dein i-Phone ist Kaputt!
Yoga Fire
Berlin
Email Yourself
Rubber Gloves
5 Star Motel
Drugstore Robbery
1984
The Skype is The Limit

As for the title, simply 'Don't Ask'

Record cover attached
Imaginary label: Pitufilms Records

HEAVEN KNOWS...

2009-04-30T14:03:00.000-07:00

Last week, around this time of the day, Mexico City was a complete different place than what it loks like today.

While some of us were still hungover from the mighty party Eugenio Lopez offered at his art warehouse otherwise known as La Coleccion Jumex, others were regretting they didn't go to the party.

It's a well known fact, getting to La Coleccion Jumex is never been an easy task, not only because of its unfriendly location, but because of their tight and estrict guest list. A lot of people hesitated driving all the way to Ecatepec only to be sent back home for not having an invite or not being on the list. I encouraged them all to try and go and I even provided them with individual and different excuses in case a security guard asks for their invite. I myself did not have an invite, but instead I got a very personal and private tour of the new additions to the collection guided by Eugenio himself who introduced me to his family and friends as someone who has done 'Circo, Maroma y Teatro'. Too true.

Eugenio explained us how he came up with the idea of making the biggest contemporary art collection on LATAM when he went to the Saatchy warehouse in London. He also mentioned he loves people to come to his space, which knowing Eugenio, you can assume he won't mind the place being packed with interesting fun loving people, which is why I kept insisting and was inviting everyone arund me.

Then he showed us a magnificent installation surrounded by the work of Dan Graham and his stills from a sunset, or was it dusk? Very impressive. But even more so were the dimensions of this party... and to witness the amount of people who filled the dancefloor or simply gatthered around the bar wearing incredibly fantastic outfits all dancing to a bootleg version of omd's electricity. That night all these creatures drove all the way to the party after Femaco, the art fair, had closed its doors at 10 pm: ignoring distance, potential traffic and state of mind. Think hundreds of cars leaving from Centro Banamex on a caravan, taking over roads and avenues, crossing a few hills, passing huge billboards, feeling confused for one second, and eventually stopping at Jumex parking lot. Now think backwards, returning home, but after drinking and dancing all night the trip becomes less pictoresque.

And a similar spirit continue through the week. Art was being served anyway you like it.
Everything was hugs and kisses before fever and paranoia took over, now we are secluded at home living from our memories, eating caviar from a can, drinking the last drops of mezcal.

I Blog You!!!

2009-02-19T20:33:00.000-08:00

By the way: I have been invited to speak at a conference about 'blogs' next Monday at an art school here in DF, La Esmeralda.

The truth is I don't know anything about blogs, for me it was a natural progression to end up here, or rather, here hellodf.com and to do what I can do best, disseminate information about stuff that tickles my spirit.

I will also tell the audience about MAP, makeartpublic.com, my other project. Here's the invite and you are invited.

When Music, Art and Fashion collide... well, sort of

2009-02-19T19:58:00.000-08:00

Louis Vuitton invited me and my friend Xochitl to play records at the We Love Sprouse party here in Mexico City. We played a series of songs related to fashion, beauty, models, brands, and all that. They loved it so much, they invited us to fly to Guadalajara the following week to play music at the Vuitton party over there.

This was the first time Xo and I travel somewhere to play records as DJs, it was lots of fun sharing a room at a really flashy hotel, meeting our beloved designer Enrique for launch at El Negro (yum!) and then playing music for the coolest crowd in Guadalajara.

Julia y Renata, Luis Enrique Bolivar, las hermanas Leanio, and Enrique Rubio were there too, which was nice. The people who work at Vuitton are super sweet, I swear, I'd wear the brand simply because of them.

There is a vibrant scene in Guadalajara, one could tell from the outfits and the ready for everything attitude the guests at this event were sporting. We got invited to carry on at this and that place, but in the end we decided to go back to the hotel and have a quiet night. We watched the news and then fell asleep.

The morning after, Xochitl and I went for breakfast across our hotel and it was then when I bumped into one of the many bus shelters featuring my MAP project, art in public spaces, yay!
We took some pics and rushed back to the hotel to pack our bags and head back to Mexico City on a scary Fokker.

And that's not all folks; that night Hello DF hosted another 'rebel' party back in DF, which ended up being one of the sweetest nights in a long time. If you wanna know more about these shenanigans, stay tuned.

LALALACHAPELLE

2009-02-03T20:06:00.000-08:00

David Lachapelle takes photos of rockstars and celebrities, but everyone knows he's a rockstar and celebrity himself.

Last Thursday at the opening of his current show in Mexico, I had the chance to bump into him and into his muse Amanda Lepore, which you can see in these pics.

I did also bumped into a photographer, into many of them, in fact. Lots of people in the fashion scene were there. The event took place at a San Ildefonso, a gorgeous venue with a huge red carpet on which I walked holding hands with my friend Oscar Madrazo (see pic).

The music was terrible and the crowd was a strange mix. Sometimes you can't rely on a good product, every detail is just as important. It's the sum of all parts what makes an event an experience.

After a while, when I was already having a good time and a fun conversation with a girl: Boom! there was a fight. People dressed as hell's Angels wearing skull leather biker jackets and all of them wearing badges started it. They had badges on as if they were part of the production, which was even stranger. Then there was blood and aggression. Nothing too extreme, but for me it was a disaster, it was time to call it a night. Or not.

I looked for my friends and we left. It took us an entire hour to get the car from the valet. I really hate to complain about things, but I thought something should be said.

I feel sorry for the occasion. The organisers had a really good chance to make something tasteful and unforgettable, and they failed.

Anyway, kind reader, you must see the exhibition, if you can. There are great moments blown up in great format.

I have been to other Lachapelle parties and exhibitions, at Deitch Projects in NYC for example, and the vibe was completely different: playful, colourful, and full of joy. Too bad when art falls in the wrong hands.

From Einstein to Borges and (almost) nothing in between

2009-01-08T19:37:00.000-08:00

How different Latin writers write biographies. Volodia wrote one of Borges, he wrote a few actually. It was during my trip to Juitepec where I came across his book. I was readying Einstein's bio, written by an American. It was fluid, it was to the point, it was enchanting. But Volodia's version of Borges existance was a trip to la Pampa, Recoletta, Florida, and many other streets and callejones in Buenos Aires. It was complicated, it was fiery, it made me sigh.

So why should one keep writing in English when with Spanish you can reach the deepest caves of your soul?

I will never know. I only thank the universe for giving me the option.

I started writing this blog in English becuase I did not knwo where to find the accents on my keyboard. And I did not want to commit ortographic flaws, which in English is OK because it's selbstverstaendlich.

I will keep doing whatever I want, this is the freedom one can flaunt on blogs, for no magazine or newspaper would allow this kind of behaviour, not yet anyway.

Blogs are wonderful things. I recently was invited to participate at a conference aboout blogging. The event took place at La Esmeralda, an art school here in DF. The room smelled like passion.
Our moderator made a few declarations that made us all wonder.

In the future there wil lbe no printed press. That we already knew. In the future there will be no more curators, no more museums, no more galleries! Then he talked about the importance of blogs. About the importance of being there and how effective this media is for artist's exposure.
I understand not all artists are into doing this, but at this session the ones sitting in fron of us seemed to have gotten interested in building one blog, at least to send their work to bloggers in the hope for geting noticed.

So if this is how schools are thinking then art in public spaces pretty much is the answer.

Anyway, I must go and learn how to use a blackberry. I wanted not to succumb to it just yet, I wanted to explore the posibilities of an i-phone, but what can you do when the long arm of technology reaches you.

Love
Naomi

LOST HIGHWAY...

2009-01-05T18:35:00.000-08:00

After xmas, Jose and I went on a mission: to watch Lost's 4th Season. We run from one blockbuster to the next to rent it, cos Videodromo had closed... where the hell is a Videocentro when you need one?

After a couple of days in the city we realised we had nothing to do here, so we drove to Jiutepec, a lovely little town just next to Cuernavaca in Morelos. Yep, the infamous 'estadazo'.

As we drove on he highway I noticed a few different things on the landscape, garbage in the form of advertising!

- Look somebody's credit card just fell from heaven!
- Hey, is not that a Corona beer cap?
- What is that? Hell, no. An ad for Continental tires.

And that did not stop there, my dear friend, the bull that advertises vodka and started this kind of trend came across our path too, but as we all know, he kind of became a classic: he was always there anyway, and that never hurt, I dunno why. Maybe because it is an animal, and, after all, the country belongs to them, or so I still want to believe.

But to see all these larger than life objects spread all over our mountains, roads and hills invading our site was very depressing. It makes you wonder, where is this going? When is this gonna stop?

I think the worse was spotting a huge Axe deodorant bottle placed along the lovely highway, probably designed for and by the stinkiest person on earth who is responsible of such an absurd and evil idea: billboards on the shape of objects melting with the ladscape on Mexico's busiest highways! It's ok if they have lost their minds, but to want us to lose ours it's a scary thought.

Not long ago I launched much more decent project, movimientoartepublico.com will tell you what it is about, but if you are lazy to go there now, i'll sum it up for you. In one sentence:

To replace advertising with art.

And while I was making an effort to clean the environment with some lovely images, meanwhile, dear reader, some evil organisation was doing the complete opposite: replacing our landscape with trash. What a waste!

trigger

2008-12-28T23:30:00.001-08:00

it's easy, just find a photo u like, then write about whatever thought the pic triggers,...

Bunte Idee

2008-12-25T16:50:00.000-08:00

Wonderful, now you can be logged into two different gmail accounts at the same time. Which means I can keep blogging without logging out. That makes me happy.

I need chapstick. Or so he says...

2008-12-25T12:46:00.000-08:00

Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you.
You were trying to break into another world
A world I never knew.
I always kind of wondered
If you ever made it through.
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you.

Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me.
If I was still the same
If I ever became what you wanted me to be
Did I miss the mark or
Over-step the line
That only you could see?
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me.

Listen to the engine, listen to the bell
As the last fire truck from hell
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying,
It's the last temptation
The last account
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,
The last radio is playing.

Seen a shooting star tonight
Slip Away.
Tomorrow will be another day.
Guess it's too late to say the things to you
That you needed to hear me say.
Seen a shooting star tonight
Slip away.

One more reason to love U.N.A.M.

2008-12-25T10:55:00.000-08:00

Sometime in November... between Nazi paraphernalia and death mice, Arturo and I got lost inside a maze, and the experience was everything but unpleasant.

Like human beings, we penetrated the limits of 'Cantos Civicos', Miguel Ventura's gigantic installation walking on our feet, after taking a few photos and mental notes, we descended from it crawling out of its ever shrinking tunnel, like rats.
And we were not alone. There was 8000 thousend people exploring the new U.N.A.M. museum built by Teodoro Gonzalez de Leon, el Museo Universitario de Arte Contemporaneo, which held its opening last month with a fantastic collection curated by Guillermo Santamarina. If you have not seen it, what are you waiting?!

Yes, one more reason to spend your weekends in CU.

Too long - beautiful thing

2008-12-25T06:50:00.000-08:00

Sometime in September...at Teatro Fru Fru's lobby in DF ready to watch Spectrum and Robin Guthrie. She is my friend Gaby. She calls me Miami, Miami Nice...

If heaven was music, it would be on the same genre where Pete Kember and Robin Guthrie fall in. Wish I could rewind back time to be there again... or, when are we going to have that session, San?

Love in the form of press quotes!

2008-08-19T12:33:00.000-07:00

"...Hello DF, sitio web que da las coordenadas de lo que sucede en la ciudad en cuestión de arte, moda, música, tendencias y fiesta." SUPLEMENTO EL ANGEL, PERIODICO REFORMA (MX)

"El camino hasta aquí lo abrió una primera generación de promotores... Para la versión más divertida, una chica nos sirve de ejemplo. Naomi Palovits convirtió las fiestas en conciertos de lujo, gracias a un muy buen gusto musical y a una habilidad nata para el PR." REVISTA GATO PARDO

"El link a lo alternativo" - EL CENTRO

"...Esta entrada es para recomendar el número de este mes de Fashion Victims Magazine...un review de Naomi Palovits una mujer inteligente en la industria de la produción el managment y la música independientes, conocida en todo el mundo y desde hace poco radicada en la Ciudad de México, creadora del concepto Hello DF...por supuesto una de las figuras esenciales de la escena underground en México..."-Miguelini.blogspot.com

"Naomi Palovits sabe la formula del éxito" - LA CRONICA (MX)

"Cómo Se Hace Una (Buena) Fiesta" - DF (MX)

"One of the best parts of Mexico was meeting "She's in Parties" Naomi, she a bastion for Mexico, a politician and above all a professional...we know 3 others like her...Pablo from Nitsa in Barcelona, Tommy Saleh in new York and Nana in Berlin, they are a special breed and very vital to a healthy party! I think there should be a competition, like the air guitar one but for partiers, something for Vice? or Vogue, a secret society but only we know all 4 of them, and i have to say it NAOMI WOULD WIN THE COMP!" - Alex Murray (Chicks on Speed) - DOMESTIKA (MX)

LOST & FOUND

2008-08-06T14:20:00.000-07:00

Someone recently emailed me: "I love when you don't write for days, means you are doing well..." He is got a point and that same logic applies to the fact that I keep forgetting to post stuff here.

* * *

I'm listening to Kraftwerk's The Mix. Some of these tunes - actually the entire album - have always enchanted me... one must thank Karl Bartos, I guess.

Off the topic, there's a pack of tictacs in front of me. They are orange tictacs. I wonder how many tictacts fit in a tictac box? I'll post the answer after I decide to count them. Until then, or sooner.

By the way

2008-07-07T21:55:00.000-07:00

This dress M.I.A. is wearing here is now in my closet thanks to designers Marvin & Quetzal, who were sweet enough to give me this and another one of their hot designs last week, along with one of those gold medals they made... another wonderful designer who showed some love is Mancandy - love in the form of a sexy black dress!

Yes, I know I am now contradicting myself and my last post, OK I do care for presents and gifts, who does not? but 'what do you want for your birthday?' is a question I will never have a material answer for (hello Alexandre!).

This post is to express that I appreciate and love all the gifts i got by everyone in the past few days, like those balloons and the chic purse Annie gave me, or Laurita and her Sponge Bob Play Doh, or Michelle's gift in the form of an action, leaving her ego behind dressing up ridiculous just to made me laugh, or the more abstract ones, and naturally mum's and brother's presents, I love them all, I love you all... I just wanted to clear that out. Thank you all sweethearts <3

My Birthday Wishes and Dreams

2008-07-07T16:13:00.000-07:00

I have been busy working, playing records, writing copy, and breaking records... dancing, chatting with cute people, listening to the funnest jokes, meeting loads o smart men and women, in other words, enjoying life far too much... hence the lack of posts...

June passed by in an Augenblick: filled with long weekends, big parties and interesting projects, before I noticed July had arrived, and, with it, my birthday (last Friday).

And birthdays lead to cakes, cakes lead to candles, candles lead to wishes, and wishes lead to thoughts followed by annoying question marks: What do I want? what do I need? what do I have?

As a list maker by nature, I'd create one here - if only I had something to say -, but at this time, I think I have everything I want. Health, love, family, friends, freedom; enough experience to perform, enough curiosity to keep wanting to learn more.

Sure I lost my i-pod and yes, my camera broke, but I can get those things myself through alchemy, or work, whatever you want to call it. There's a zillion books I want to read, but buying them is not the issue, the issue is finding the time to read them! There's loads of lost tunes I need to get back, but I am gonna wait for them to get back on their own, now it's time to go with the flow and stumble with new -and old- sounds through coincidence, through spontaneous encounters, maybe even through other ears.

Because the flux is there and I gotto move on and look ahead, can't look back. And I won't step in the same river twice, because simply, you can't: water keeps flowing as we all keep changing, nor you nor water will be ever the same... and at this very moment I'm as happy as those balloons I'm holding there...so why worry about anything else?

Love
Naomi

Tres cabezas piensan mejor que seis

2008-05-30T08:10:00.001-07:00

Random file

2008-05-20T16:26:00.000-07:00

Untitled

2008-05-18T23:49:00.000-07:00

(This song ) Makes Me Love You

2008-05-18T23:48:00.000-07:00

Alexandre et moi dans La Covadonga

2008-05-18T17:40:00.000-07:00

Acapulco Moments

2008-05-18T17:26:00.000-07:00

Ein Abend mit Apparat...

2008-05-18T11:40:00.000-07:00

Es war ueber geil beim Pasaje America am Freitag, wann der Apparat band rocked da floor. Fuenf hundert oder so kids haben getanzt bis um Ende des Abends, aber nur ein paar erinneren sich was spaeter passiert ist, habe Ich gehoert.

Brave New World(s)

2008-05-09T21:24:00.000-07:00

Eugenio Lopez's Coleccion Jumex is in Ecatepec, an industrial town located at one of the Mexico City's most chaotic outskirts.

Getting there is not fun. You have to drive on Insurgentes Norte, (Insurgentes is the longest street on planet Earth) until you reach the end of the avenue before you enter Ecatepec, where streets have no names and people drive like madmen. But once you get there, you'll realise it was all worth it.

Indeed the enormous Jumex warehouse is home of the biggest contemporary art collection in Latam. Yummy installations are spread all over the venue that treasures some of today's most interesting art pieces, and wandering around them is fun.

During FEMACO (the art fair formerly known as MACO), Jumex invited a select group of people to check their current exhibition, Brave New Worlds.

The (annual) happening kicked off at noon and extended until the sun came down. There was music, food, drinks and people. And then there was more music, more food, more drinks and more people. Oh, of course, there was also an art exhibition happening next door.

Oscar Madrazo and I explored the area, took hundreds of photos, ate chocolate ice cream, danced a song and had some fun, that or we were just being completely silly, you decide.

We saw a man on a dark suit walking along the walls of a room where an installation video thingy was set up. His step was monotonous -almost mechanic- and so was the look on his face.

I asked him:

-Are you part of the piece?

He replied with a disappointing tone on his words.

-Looks like it. But I'm not.

Then he looked at me from head-to-toe. His face expressions slightly altered. With a voice that sounded less monotonous than his answers before, he asked:

-Are YOU part of the exhibition?

I did not mention what I was wearing but I will (have to) now: head-to-toe Carlos Temores 'next' season, helmet on and all, as seen in the pic here. At that point I looked at myself and thought, hey, I kinda belong here, so I assumed the position...

-Yes, I am.

For a proper review of BRAVE NEW WORLDS check LA Weekly's Daniel Hernandez words here:

http://blogs.laweekly.com/ladaily/letter-from-mexico-city/braving-the-new-worlds-at-the/

Nuestra Luna de Mientras...

2008-05-04T02:12:00.000-07:00

Ajua!

2008-05-04T00:59:00.000-07:00

Somewhere beyond the sea...

2008-05-03T19:17:00.000-07:00

I love my job(s)

2008-05-02T23:31:00.000-07:00

I worked loads during Fashion Week's F/W 2008 edition, hence the lack of blog posts.
I was editing (again) FWM's Diary -the daily free publication we distribute exclusively during La semana de la moda. I'm sure all of you are now v familiar with it by now.

I also DJed at FWM's official party which took place at Champs Elysees restaurant, a usually plain boring french restaurant in Reforma. And as if that was not enough, on thursday, I even modelled for Manhes Massun and walked on FW's catwalk. I did not have a chance to stop and relax, I could not do my laundry for one week, but I had so much fun...

And how did I manage to do all those activities at the same time? Easy. I plugged in my computer to play music, but secretly, I was also emailing my graphic designer at the magazine sending him notes I was taking/typing while the party was happening. Everyone loved our music, and the magazine came out really well too.

AT THE AFTER PARTY...

2008-04-20T01:24:00.000-07:00

Cosmic Dancers at Bellas Artes

2008-04-20T01:21:00.001-07:00

EVEN GOD KNOWS IT

2008-04-20T00:21:00.000-07:00

Up up down down left righ left right A B start

"just because we use cheats it does not mean we are not smart"

La orejona

2008-04-19T01:16:00.000-07:00

the real UEFA Champs League trophe at Pasaje America. Ace, innit?

Round & Round

2008-04-19T01:10:00.000-07:00

Here's Xochitl and me spinning round and round at Adriana Lara's exhibition. Go figure.

MEXIPOPS en Mexico

2008-04-19T00:41:00.000-07:00

I set up this expo a few weeks ago at Pasaguero. As you can see, it is pixelated versions of Mexico's most iconic pop culture figures. Created by Craig Robinson, www.flipflopflyin.com Mexipops is a (mexican) extension to his Minipops collection.

Don't miss the chance to come see what Burbujas or El Chavo del 8, Fox, El Santo, Blue Demosn, Frida and many other mexas look like when imagined, drawn and blown up by Mr. Robinson on Pasaguero's walls.

Motolinia 33, Centro
Mexico DF

Until May 3rd.

Orquideas Susurrrantes

2008-04-19T00:31:00.000-07:00

Some people are happy when flowers are growing. Such is the case of the man you see on the photo here and on the cover of the TIME magazine issue he is holding on his hands.

His name: Mario Coria. He comes from Tuxpan, a little villa in Michoacan, Mexico. One day Mario, as many other Tuxpan inhabitants eventually decide, tried his luck across the border. Mario loved flowers and gardens, but he got a job building houses instead, until one day he had the chance to work on gardening at the Hamptons. Next thing you know everyone in the neighborhood was impressed by his hand and soon the entire Hamptons wanted him around. Mario brought more people from Tuxpan to help him and then he came back to Mexico to live his dream, el cultivo de Orquideas.

Purple, white, perfumed or not, he keeps an incredible collection at his lush garden in Tuxpan where I had the cahance to meet him. Mario is a simple, quiet and peaceful just like the flowers he grow. He even smells nice.

Papu, his parents and Alexandre (my boyfriend) were very happy to visit his fantasy garden. even bought one of his flowers. Alexandre bought me beautiful orchids and they look very yummy on my dinning table.

Tuxpan Michoacan is not far from your way to Valle. I recommend you to stop by Mario's oasis on your next trip. If you need info, feel free to email me.

Es como Tangamandapio, pero con Playa!

2008-04-02T00:31:00.001-07:00

Rock n Roll is over - Que viva la Cumbia!

2008-04-02T00:24:00.001-07:00

Cowgirl

2008-03-21T00:19:00.001-07:00

Cruz Azul - America

2008-03-21T00:07:00.001-07:00

Last Sunday America vs Cruz Azul were playing at el Estadio Azul. We did not have tickets and did not even plan on going but ended up there cos we were trying to go to the bullfight next door. To my surprise there was not any bullflight, so all we had left was try the match between these two rivals, America and Cruz Azul.

We (Alex, Ramdane, Christian) sneaked in by telling security guards that my mates were french journos and needed to take pics of a goal for Le Figaro. Of course this was a lie, as none of us are french, only one of us live in Paris and the only place where we would publish our shenaningans would be on this blog!

The score was 2-2 and we were approaching the end of the match. By the end of it, none of the teams ever scored, so we run away to Los Danzantes in Coyoacan and got drunk with Mezcal, the best cure to fix unclear situations or at least forget about them.

Girola en el Tamayo

2008-03-20T23:49:00.001-07:00

I like this drawing. From everything that's exhibiting now at Tamayo this is the piece that cought my attention the most, hence it's the only pic I took during my visit. I like the three white dots across the glass, they are not part of the piece, they were the reflexion of the lights above us...

An evening with Pedro Friedeberg...

2008-03-20T23:45:00.001-07:00

I have a dream... you, me and our favourite film here

2008-03-20T23:40:00.000-07:00

Pero sigo siendo el RAVE! - Cigarrettes Kill

2008-03-20T23:31:00.000-07:00

On playing music...

2008-03-20T22:24:00.000-07:00

I think I already blogged about this, but I have a new passion, just like drawing, reading, listening to music and dancing, making music. Nothing beats the feeling of freedom you get when you you create a new sound.

Jose Miguel (dapuntobeat) and I started playing together a few weeks ago, but we have been friends for a lot longer. We've only played twice and we are not stopping any soon. Au contraire, offers are starting to come and we are starting to think about this seriously, which is even more fun.

We use LIVE Ableton and laptops and synths and a moog (soon). We meet for sessions at his studio for hours of sharing songs and getting all excited about how this mixes with that and all. We both are very busy and have tight schedules but we make an effort to keep creating.

The music we play with is a mix between his and my records, all 'twisted' by our twisted minds. I have a good ear and I have ideas, while JM teaches sound at Ibero and knows all the techy parts, a match made in heaven basically!

The pic here is from the LO FI FNK party, we got lots of fans that nite and I can't wait to go back to that stage.

Next gig:

5 April at Pasaje America with DOLLZ AT PLAY

Ya llego el que andaba Absinthe!

2008-03-20T21:55:00.000-07:00

M.I.A. hosted a party at Pasaje America a few days before MXBEAT took place. As you can imagine everybody was there wearing their most colourful outfits. It was fun. I gave her some of the absinthe I was drinking and that Grace or Hector Toledo bought for me...

There are two highlights from the night, interrupting Facundo's recording, and comparing phrases with Hector Toledo who like me, collects phrases! He kept texting me the whole night funny stuff, nonsense. And I love non-sense, soecially other people's!

Diario de Fiestas o Fiestas Diario?

2008-03-06T12:43:00.000-08:00

This week is the craziest busyiest one perhaps ever in Mexico City's nitelife: from disco to disco, from Monday to Monday...

My advise? Quit your day job, become an artist and follow the party until the end of times. You only live once. Ok, maybe twice.

See you tomorrow kids!

Cronenberg

2008-02-20T00:12:00.001-08:00

Pic. by Domestic Fine Arts

The opening film for this year's edition of FICCO (Mexico's International Contemporary Film Festival) was David Cronenberg's Eastern Promises.

Viggo Mortensen blew our minds with an amazing performance, but the best part was seeing our very own Richard D. James (aka Aphex Twin) singing in Russian while playing accordion in one of the scenes.

The event took place last night at Antara, the shopping mall located in posh Polanco and their set up was very simple: a DJ, strobes and three fully equipped bars spread along the mall's main hall.

After the film, we all gathered and mingled around boutiques without complaining about them shops being closed. It was fun to party on such settings. It reminded me of that dream where you go to a shop when it's dark, empty and closed and a very special feeling of freedom runs through your veins: by now you know you can do anything and no one is gonna stop you, like try all the clothes, open bottles of champagne, change the price and position of the items, you get my point...

If you have not seen it, trust me, Eastern Promises will not disappoint you.

Wanna join me this Friday?

2008-02-19T09:50:00.001-08:00

I did the flyer.
I'm organising the event.
I promote it.
I'm DJing.
I booked the talent.

It's a lot of work, but I did it for you people, so we can have fun together.

Be there or be square!

Love, Naomi

Another Sunday in CU

2008-02-19T09:26:00.001-08:00

Because not only parties have their after parties, football matches lead to sequels too. Specially if your team has won, which was last Sunday's case. Pumas 4-Jaguares 1!

We wathced the action in the middle of La Rebel, I must confess this was very risky as our rebel friends were more threatening and aggressive than ever. You really have to be mad to go and do what we just did. People were stealing beer and stuff, but you have to earn your spot there and once they accept you, you feel protected.

The after at Las Islas was all about eating chicarrones con salsa valentina, and laying down under the sun. La Rebel gathered under the tunnel as usual, so we could hear the chants and bounce to their beat.

I took a trip to the library'girls room where I changed my outfit into the summer-y dress you see here. The day was not over. Our after followed at el Happy's place, where he set up loud speakers and robotic lights in his on his living room, where we danced all kinds of tacky music. It was four of us, my sister, el Happy and Daniel Hernandez, who emailed me the next day to tell me "yesterday was the best day I had in DF so far".

Last Sunday with La Rebel

2008-02-12T10:04:00.000-08:00

Ok we finally won. But I felt we were winning since the time I got to the stadium when my friend Happy said 'we are going to La Rebel!'

I had a sweet night in and woke up at 10:00 am, which is late for me cos as you know, I don't like sleeping. I grabbed three beers form my tiny fridge at Macondo (my Mac -condo) when Happy picked me up. He was wearing a cast cos he broke his hand skating
- just imagine what was expecting me!

We get to CU and buy tickets 'Dos a La Rebel porfa'. I wore the Pumas shirt, just in case we win. We find two empty spots right in the middle of them rebels and on we go, like pumas, we jumped up and join the party: "Dale, dale, dale -O, dale Pumas, dale O"..., "Yo te sigo a todas partes a donde vas, cada vez te quiero mas! (y mas, y mas...)"

And then goal. Ace. Beautiful. Until Monterrey scored. Hmmm. Con esta racha de principio de ani, we are more than used to it, plus we are not here for the goals, as lots of the t-shirt's around me clearly state 'Los titulos no hacen la alegria; la alegria la hace su gente."

A bloke comes up to me and asks me 'who you here with?' I pointed at my friend. He said, 'oh ok'. 'Do you know him?'I asked.'No, but it's OK'. Whatever that meant...

If you don't know what la Rebel is, they are the biggest, oldest and loudest (wildest) cheering team supporting Pumas. They must be about 10,000 fans wearing beer in one hand, a joint on the other one. Either wearing Pumas shits or no shirts at all. They are lovely though. Except for when they slam and fall into eachother, hurting and throwing away everything that's next to them. Ouch.

I look above me and an avalanche of semi-naked tatooed boys (and more boys) are quickly approaching. I jump from my spot a meter down to the floor and graciously fall on my sexy golden platform sandals. The boys around me say, 'don't worry, if nothing happens, the boys are just slamming from one side to the other': Que se mueve para alla, que se mueve para alla. "But when they score, we all gonna jump one step down, so beware of the goal". Thanks mate, I will.

The rest of the match V.S.Monterrey, I was half wishing we win, but half wishing they don't, so that nobody falls on me and break my two hundred and something bones. Five minutes before the end though, I decide to jump down and see what happens through people's tatooed legs, just in case -the hopeful case of the winning goal.

And there it was, another Pumas goal. Uno, dos, tres, Cachun Cachun Ra- Ra, cachun cachun ra- ra. Goya - Goya, UNIVERSIDAD! - As the boy warned me, everyone jumped down and the big party started there. I was so happy, I could not care less for any of my bones anymore. In the end of the day, soy AZUL y ORO!

The hymn starts and we all rise. Rise, rebels sise! Eleven players come and sing in front of us a last Goya, and with our hands in the air we said good-bye to Leandro, La rebel, el Tuca, and CU.

From now on, it will be victory, or just loads of beer. I have the feeling...

Love is (not) a Bitch

2008-02-07T13:26:00.000-08:00

And just as I was saying so... my producer friend Marteen from Buenos Aires (via Miami) called me to tell me he is in town. He picked me up and we went to El Pendulo, where I had bought two books earlier on the day. I had two mango juices and some empanadas, then we crossed the street and met with Leo and his band: all of us ready for more shenanigans.

The band played at a corporate event in Centro. And, believe it or not, it was the funnest thing ever. Not only the band featured an incredible line up: Caifanes' Sabo Romo, Plastilina Mosh's Jonas, La Ley's Mauricio Claveria, Jaguares/Mana's El Vampiro, Lupita's Poncho Toledo, Resorte's Gus and naturally Leo Fobia. The set of songs was great too. Besides their own tracks, the band did covers of Caifanes, Soda Stereo, La Ley, oh and they even played Camelia la Tejana!

After Los Concorde, Atto's band played Copacabana, La Boa and that kind of fun stuff. Marcela and I were dancing and taking photos the whole time, and people were also taking our photo non-stop. At one point Pancha pulled us to the stage and we were forced to sing a song! Pointer Sisters's I'm so Excited- those who said Marce and I had the most fun from the rest were not lying.

With so much singing and dancing, we all felt hungry, so Califa was our next destination. Me and Gus, another argentinian producer, drove on the back of a Jeep without a roof. It was superfun. After Gaonas and beans and beer and a chicken pastor, we joined the others back at the studio. Some went home, and some of us went to Barney's where the fun extended for another couple of hours. And for the first time, in a long time, I felt loved.

Btw, Love is a Bitch, the new Concorde's tune is great.

Breakfast at Condesa DF

2008-02-07T12:45:00.000-08:00

It was 8:00 am when I woke up. I reached for the laptop and check my email before doing Yoga here at home. There was an email from Alan Mc Gee. He sent it at 5:30 am and asked if we could meet for breakfast at 8:30. I replied positively, but I changed the rendez-vous to 9:00. And still, I got there fashionably late!

We must have sat there for two hours, Alan and I. Chatting about what we both are doing in Mexico, sharing lots of ideas and plans in regards to music business. I really like Alan. Intelligent, fun, crazy and scottish, so it was grrrrreat seeing him.

Alan spends a lot of time in Mexico City, this suprises people a lot. But he is not the only one who is in love with our culture. A lot of journalists, film directors, artists, photographers, musicians, and producers come here to get inspired. That's also why I moved back here (and I am loving every bit of it).

YUMMY

2008-02-05T21:49:00.000-08:00

A friend just phoned me and while talking about architecture and colour we agreed that in the last three years no one has included colour in their designs or buildings in Mexico. And if Mexico is not doing it, then no other country is, she said.

Maybe I need to update my knowledge, but have you seen contemporary architecture and desing that includes colours other than black, grey, and white? I have not!

After we hung up, and already in bed, our little chat inevitably triggered a fresh dream I just had...

Sometime between yesterday and today I was dreaming of me and an imaginary friend (those you think you know very well, but when you wake up you can't remember who they are or if you even know them).

My friend and I were hanging out at las Torres de Satelite. On my dream - like on most photos - they were way more beautiful than they actualy are in reality. And on the square - where they have been firmly planted almost 50 years ago by Mexico's most talented gang of three at the time: sculpturer Mathias Goeritz, architect Luis Barragan, and painter Jesus Reyes Ferreria - there was a free Slurpee machine, where any visitor could enjoy, at no cost, colourful ice-cold slush in any of the flavours you see above. Idyllic, huh?

I poured half blue and half red on a gigantic Slrupee cup and just when I was about to finish my yummy flavoured frappe drink, I woke up. It must have been from the noise I was making playing with the straw!

S.O. I.N. L.O.V.E.

2008-02-04T15:44:00.000-08:00

Talk to me, dont lie to me
Save your breath
Dont look at me, dont smile at me
Just close your eyes
I was so impressed by you
I was running blind
I would fall for every trick
Every twist of mind

Heaven is cold
Without any soul
Its hard to believe
I was so in love with you

Dont say your prayers, dont build your hopes
Just walk away
Dont phone me up, dont call around
Dont waste your time
You were so in awe of me
You were so divine
You would do just anything
To still be mine

Heaven is cold
Without any soul
Its hard to believe
I was so in love with you

All the things you said to me
I was so upset
You were always talking talking
God I did my best

Heaven is cold
Without any soul
Its hard to believe
I was so in love with you

Ole, Leo!

2008-02-02T19:15:00.000-08:00

No, please don't think we are cheating here. What Leo and I - two faithful Pumas fans - are doing at el Estadio Azul is walking through it so that we can connect with the arena next door, the mighty Plaza Mexico, where he is about to play his concert in front of 50,000 screaming fans.

With a capacity of 39,000 the home of Cruz Azul does looks quite sexy when it's empty too, don't you think?

We are running late. It's Friday and there's loads of traffic. Los Concorde are the next band to go on stage. There are lots of bands playing this evening, including Molotov and Cafe Tacuba. We are taken to a small red camper car where the band is to get ready. As a master of lists, I write down song lists for everyone on the band, but last minute the band changes the order.

The crowd goes mental when they play Rompecabezas, they just sing and dance and flash their cameras and we all love it.

I watch the concert from the field standing up exactly on the same spot where bulls get killed, I decide to take the experience lightly becuase on my to do list, I had already checked all kinds of emotions today.

I take on the role of publicist and deal with press requests. Newspaper and radio reporters keep on coming to me and I kindly organise them to make the most out of everyone's time. When the gig is over Leo gives a few more interviews. The one with Jordi Rosado is my favourite. We bumped into friends and musicians and hang out for a bit, but decide to leave soon.

On our way out, we cross the tunnel and see a bunch of boys on their knees facing the wall. It looks odd.

We ask the policeman in charge of the boys what is going on and he tells us that trouble kids deserve to be punished! 'Just don't spank them please', we say before we leave the venue.

Margherita

2008-01-29T05:34:00.000-08:00

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

i-read, therefore i-quote...

2008-01-28T14:10:00.000-08:00

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 nila psicología ni la retórica. La rosa es sin por qué, dijo Angelus Silesius; siglos después, Whistler declararía El arte sucede.'

Around Mexico City in 24 hours

2008-01-27T15:15:00.000-08:00

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...

2008-01-27T15:11:00.000-08:00

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

Batman & The Beattles

2008-01-26T08:35:00.000-08:00

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

Coachella 2008

2008-01-22T06:47:00.000-08:00

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.

Hasta cierto punto...

2008-01-21T13:42:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-21T13:41:00.001-08:00

I have been Minipoped!

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

2008-01-21T13:21:00.001-08:00

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

2008-01-21T13:18:00.000-08:00

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

Mis Alitas

2008-01-21T12:28:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-21T08:00:00.000-08:00

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.

Sleepless in Macondo

2008-01-13T23:46:00.000-08:00

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"

When routine bites hard...

2008-01-07T13:36:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-07T07:25:00.000-08:00

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?

Happy Everything!

2007-12-24T00:27:00.000-08:00

Rebellion

2007-12-16T22:21:00.000-08:00

Sleeping is giving in,
no matter what the time is.
Sleeping is giving in,
so lift those heavy eyelids.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water.
But we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter.

People say that your dreams
are the only things that save ya.
Come on baby in our dreams,
we can live our misbehavior.

Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes
Every time you close your eyes

People try and hide the night
underneath the covers.
People try and hide the light
underneath the covers.

Come on hide your lovers underneath the covers
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

Hidin' from your brothers
underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers
underneath the covers.

People say that you'll die
faster than without water,
but we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter,
Scare your son, scare your daughter.
Scare your son, scare your daughter.

Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the sun, it's alright!
(Lies, lies!)
Now here's the moon it's alright
(Lies, lies!)

Every time you close your eyes...

Arcade Fire

Yesterday's highlights

2007-12-07T18:27:00.000-08:00

Top 5

1-Buying the first tray of beer at the stadium.

You should have seen the faces of people cuing. They did not like the fact that three girls had already 'dealt' with the sales staff and 'arranged' to have the first tray delivered at 'our' area. Salud.

2-Going to the Olympic Stadium to see Pumas at the final.

Sure it's ace to drive with three more girls to the Olympic Stadium. Though parking is a nightmare, the joy keeps growing as the stadium approaches and it just stays there for the next couple of hours.

3-Cheering.

La Rebel was too far from our seats so we could not hear their beats, but we made our own and that was enough (to damage our throats).

4- Having lunch at La Ostra with Papu.

I had the same. Octopus. And what did I eat the day before? Octopus. Where? At la Ostra.

5-The Mezcal shot I had there.

It was El Enmascarado. Yum!

Geography for you

2007-12-06T09:26:00.000-08:00

Paris - San Diego 900 (USD)
Paris - Tijuana 1900 (EUROS)

If you don't know your geography, your fucked!

This season avoid any bad surprises. Save yourself the hassle (and the dollar) and get a copy of Craig Robinson's new book, 'Atlas Shcmatlas'. Available on bookstores worldwide (and online).

Ice ice baby

2007-12-02T21:36:00.000-08:00

Winter is the yummiest season of the year and our friends at the Gobierno del Distrito Federal know this, which is why they have spent 1.5 million dollars in order to make the biggest piece of ice in history. The new ice skating rink is 3200 square meters, it is set right at the city's heart and soul, el Zocalo, and entrance is free. Sweet.

During the summer, they created beaches, now they bring us snow. At two days since its opening, there's more favorable press than criticism. Sure Tabasco needed that money more than we needed ice. It is like giving a bike to a fish, but on our 'use it or lose it' system it is better to know that the money has been put on a fun cause than on nothing at all.

Maybe it is because I love skating, but I think this is a brilliant project. Though I have to confess I have real issues with those fake beaches. For obvious hygenic reasons, even real beaches are not always a good idea.

Outdoor ice-skating surrounded by the most impressive buildings in Mexico City? Can't wait to try that myself.

photo: El Universal

Le dernier samedi dans le parc

2007-12-02T11:32:00.000-08:00

Repeat one

2007-12-02T09:19:00.000-08:00

There's a song I like a lot at the moment. Apart from the band who made it, no one else has it. And I listen to it everywhere, my room, the gym, the mall, the market. Since I got it it's always on mi i-pod or i-tunes. Naturally I'm listening to it right now. Matter of fact, a few minutes ago I activated the 'repeat one' option on i-tunes, 'why pretend' I told myself.

Now that we are on the subject, (who knows when will be the next time) I'd like to make a remark on the 'repeat one' option and concept. Firstly, I love it but wonder why my i-pod does not have it. Secondly, I wonder what went on the creator's mind when he developed it. Thirdly, who uses it and what do they like to play over and over...

I'm trying to think what has made it to my 'repeat one' option. Definitely Hyden, Moldy Peaches, The Cloud Room, Satie, Dj Koze, mmm not much actually, just songs that, like cigarettes sometimes, don't last long enough.

Lengthy tunes, like Spacemen 3 even when lovely are good for one play only, I think. And changing format for example, Antenna by Kraftwerk is a tune I like to hear over and over. On plastic is cool cos you just place the needle back to groove one, y ya esta. Plus you get to enjoy the fidelity, freshness and tightness of the first beat the same way you enjoy (insert your favourite kiss here).

So what's the song on my repeat one? Of course I won't tell now, but you'll hear about it very soon, the band is looking for a label, little do they know they have made the best album of 2008 already and soon will be signed by some smart ass, as it should be.

Holiday, Celebrate (Outside the box)

2007-12-01T08:05:00.000-08:00

This is the time of the year when I realise I am in the wrong business. I should be either in tourism or travel. Ever since I decided to spend the holiday on my favorite place on earth with my favorite people, a simple time off has become an exhausting journey.

It is around September when I start to hear from my lovely friends from distant cities. They either need directions, an address, or even their travel dates designed by me. I have no idea why, but everyone asks me where to go, where to stay, and what to do, which the first and second year was lovely, but now things and crews have grown exponentially.

There were times when instead of reading a book on the beach, I'd be answering to all kinds of questions, drawing maps, arranging meetings and taking phone calls. Once, in order to escape that chaos, I even had to come back to the city for a five day break. During that easy week I organised a party at Hotel Condesa, coordinated a huge editorial for Jalouse magazine and took care of a few more errands, which ended up being way more relaxing than having people constantly interrupt my holiday.

When in Ibiza or Miami it's OK. I mean that's what the whole thing is about. Poke me, tickle me, hug me, call me, party with me, hadooken me, kill me, but otherwise, let us enjoy the peace of the ocean, the sound of the jungle, the shape of the moon and the position of the stars.

Having said that, this year I'm thinking outside the box and I'm considering a sudden change of plans. I will spend Xmas and NYE in Mexico City and. In fact, I'm organising a New Years Eve party for those who due to family, work, money, xenophobia, or whatever reasons, prefer to stay in town. After, when everyone is back from the beach and all, I will leave for some secret location to have a real relaxing time.

So just to make things clear again, I will start celebrating holidays from January 4Th and onwards. Anytime before that I'm in work mode. I say this cos you may see me at some beach before that, if so, I'd be either editing a magazine of taking care of one of my artists.

Some people have the nerve...

2007-11-29T08:15:00.000-08:00

I found this ad on Craigslist while looking for places to rent in the Yucatan area. Short for words, I'll make the only one that comes to mind slightly bigger: B A S T A R D

Reply to: job-473476658@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-11-09, 5:40AM CST

Hello I am Italian 41 y.o. man and I am looking for a sexy mexican lady who is interested to be my girlfriend for 15 days while I will be in the USA. I would pay your trip to the USA plus some expenses and presents. I will reply back only to those ladies who will send me back pictures.

Ciao

Davide

* Location: USA
* Compensation: to be discussed
* This is a part-time job.
* Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
* Please, no phone calls about this job!
* Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.

PostingID: 473476658