July 20 2010
In terms of style and ambiance, there better be some room for what we want.
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July 19 2010 It’s almost time to leave, so I’m walking around photographing possible artwork for our new place. I’m thinking the El Ángel would look great in my future office. July 18 2010 Sundays in Condesa are easy to manage when all you want is a simple stroll. The neighborhood is full of parks and green space, and almost all shops are closed for the day. It equals minimal traffic and unusually deadened noise pollution in the city. After a memorable evening, we needed a simple [...] July 17 2010 Our host decided his largest dinner party would be to say Adios! to us. The ambience was consistent with everything we’d ever experienced here; the aroma from the kitchen notified us there wouldn’t be many surprises. Tonight, like every dinner party here, would be delightful in the most raucous way. We greeted [...] July 16 2010 I walked through Chapultepec market and found a man calling out challengers to find which bottle cap was hiding his little marble. The stench of raw meat was heavy in the air. I stood and watched for a few minutes. A man with a mullet bit his lip and stared nervously at the [...] July 15 2010 Conejoblanco was empty. I had the entire store to photograph without anyone interrupting me. The hardwood cracked, my shutter echoed, but no one came up. I went from room to room until I got to the bathroom. There were books everywhere. In the sink. In the tub. On the toilet. I reached over [...] July 14 2010 I recognized the street corner. I had stopped there with my friends last April when it was a cafe. The place – scrapped from my memory – maintained a beautiful espresso machine and served a perfect cortadito. Now the corner was home to La Nacional and it’s mezcal joint, La Botica. I looked [...] July 13 2010 The Tuesday tianguis down the street from my place is the type of experience I want in my back pocket wherever I go: La Señora with her “tengo nopalitos” shout; the pomegranate seller always telling me to put a little salt and lemon on the seeds and then chase it with tequila; the [...] July 12 2010 The sound of a whip cracking through dense air is chilling. The sight of a man on stilts, with a ski mask, dressed in a full-length garb the color of blood, and cracking the whip is almost unbelievable. He stood there snapping a giant orange lash through the air, facing a manifestacion on [...] July 11 2010 Paul The Octopus was right all along, and Spanish fans were grateful. Spain beat the Netherlands 1-0 in extra time for their first World Cup title in the nation’s history. In Mexico City, fans packed La Glorieta de la Cibeles – a replica of the Cibeles fountain in Madrid, and waived flags, drank [...] July 10 2010 Milk, packaged behind this phenomenal door – adjacent to an auto shop – ready to be delivered every day. July 7 2010 A man crosses over the Circuito Interior heading toward Reforma. July 6 2010 What is usually a brisk 10-minute walk took nearly 25 minutes yesterday. I dodged the dowsing of cars, slippery driveways, flooded crevices on the sidewalk, and monstrous puddles. In the end, I was empapado, or soaked. Tláloc was behind this and my friend Michael implored him to chill the hell out. He did, [...] July 5 2010 Lightning storms and thunder have battered Mexico City for the last few days. It’s monsoon season in the city and I’m baffled. I see dark clouds hovering for hours taunting citizens. 2pm. 3pm. 4pm. And then showers. Coffee, writing, editing photos, a quick bite, strolling throughout the city for the day’s shot, the [...] July 4 2010 What began as a small complaint against yuca-mashed garlic hell turned into a fever, stomach cramps, muscle-aches, dizziness, fatigue and ultimately World-War-fucking-III in my intestines. Quickly, our weekend getaway was held at the tarmac of romance with my dignity spiraling down a toilet. If it wasn’t for my loving caretaker above, I’d still [...] July 3 2010 You miss one turn for Periférico Norte and you say “I’ll catch it on the next right.” And then you hit a one-way street, a taxi cuts you off and you’re forced to turn left. You finally arrive at a sign directing you to the highway and you arrive at a fork in [...] July 2 2010 I learned two things today. Mexican soccer fans will not cheer for a team that previously beat them in the World Cup. And – on occasions when an Uruguayan player uses his hands to block a goal – Mexicans will use the word boludo. July 1 2010 We arrived five minutes late. After security questioned each other about letting us in, an older man gave the approving nod and we were ushered down a spiral staircase into a pitch black theater. I could see a women dressed as a panda, another man in Geisha garb and another man – short, [...] June 30 2010 The elevator doors opened and I barely advanced far enough for them to close. A big bear hug and a kiss distracted me from my luggage and it careened over with a loud thud. “Yay!” is all I heard. She made me quesadillas with tortillas made out of nopales and we had chocolate-dipped [...] June 29 2010 I gave Matt my camera so he could take a few shots of us. I’m hardly ever ready to relinquish the role as memory-capturer, but today was a special occasion. This marks my last day with the StoryCorps’ team. We only gathered three times during my tenure at StoryCorps. We met for training, [...] |
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