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July 28 2010 Oso moved out to DF last month just in time to see us leave. It’s natural to wonder what Mexico City would have been like with my fiancee and a really good friend living in the city. It took a visit from David to enlighten my coffee ordering. Before him, it was puro [...] July 27 2010 Anna ran the office from our living room and started with five permanent employees when she first started her job in Mexico City. Two years later, the office she built is bustling with over 100 local employees. Above, a few of her chamba-mates come out to salute her one last time. July 26 2010 The green VW beetle. Once a constant around the streets of Mexico City, the vehicles are sparse now, headed for extinction in 2012. The notorious green beetles, or “el vocho”, were transformed into maroon/gold in 2009 and are now sprinkled randomly throughout the city. Above, a green bug in Roma. July 25 2010 The most fascinated illustrations at the Mexico City Museum involve the canals and waterways once dominant in Mexico City. How this city became the second most populated in the world – on a base considered mush – is still something that boggles my mind. None of this is forgotten in the hundreds of [...] July 24 2010 There is still lots to pack. If we could, we’d take this apartment with us to Los Angeles. July 23 2010 Last weekend in Mexico City/Dreaming of Los Angeles. July 22 2010 By normal standards of street beauty, Juan de la Barrera would be considered extraordinary. Arching branches cover the sidewalks overhead with intense green foliage. The houses are weathered with character. Its birds can be heard chirping because silence isn’t unordinary. It feels like a neighborhood in a giant city. Five minutes into my [...] July 22 2010 We were on our way to pick up moving boxes and I spotted them. A young man enjoying the few hours before the 5:30pm rains with his lady friend. She never moved, but he turned to look at me the moment I took the first photograph. This is when I feel the most [...] 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 10 2010 Milk, packaged behind this phenomenal door – adjacent to an auto shop – ready to be delivered every day. July 9 2010 It sits there day and night, always in the same place as the day before. The rains come and give it a rinse, and then it’s left alone. 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, [...] |
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