In terms of style and ambiance, there better be some room for what we want.

I added over 50 podcasts, 100 rss feeds, a few television shows, some tumblr blogs and other sites today for reasons I’m not too sure of. I intend to gradually refine my perspective on the net. It’s something I’ve lost over the last year and I want it back. I went from photog [...]]]> July 8 2010

I added over 50 podcasts, 100 rss feeds, a few television shows, some tumblr blogs and other sites today for reasons I’m not too sure of. I intend to gradually refine my perspective on the net. It’s something I’ve lost over the last year and I want it back. I went from photog site to music site and ended up at Monocle’s report on The Impossible Project – the project intended to save polaroid film. I watched and smiled. Preservation is something beautiful; it’s something I did for the last year. I left my desk and went to the refrigerator. There they were, just like I had left them. Two packages of Polaroid film with 10 shots each were hunched forward, sharing their shelf with the mustard, an old chocolate bar and tonic water. I’d preserved them for something special, but I’m not sure for what.

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 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 be sipping Tamarind-flavored 7UP (my taste buds were jacked) and moaning in a fetal position. Above, Annita gets some fresh air outside of our room at the Posada San Sebastian. I need an “I <3 Annita” shirt.

It still boggles my mind that people question futbol’s position as the greatest sport on earth. One day down, 30 more to go.

I can’t think of another country that can showcase a pink corridor the way Mexico can.

I don’t think this couple found Tepoztlán as magical as we did.

Mexico Vs New Zealand from Alejandro De La Cruz on Vimeo.

I’ve owned my Holga 120 S since 1999, but it took its first tour since 2004 this week throughout the streets of Mexico City. Three prints made it out alive, which leads me to believe I need a little more practice. The photo above illustrates my ineptness to confine light leaks. I also suck at [...]]]>

I’ve owned my Holga 120 S since 1999, but it took its first tour since 2004 this week throughout the streets of Mexico City. Three prints made it out alive, which leads me to believe I need a little more practice. The photo above illustrates my ineptness to confine light leaks. I also suck at loading this film! Either the black tape I embalmed the camera with came loose, or light leaks are simply unstoppable with this thing.

This leak looks more like a botched loading so give me some tips if you’ve got them. I actually welcome light leaks, but I didn’t much enjoy these.

There were trademark signatures of gangsta life from Los Angeles everywhere: Nike Cortez kicks and knee-high tube socks, Lokes sitting pretty on buzzed scalps, and Oakland Raiders’ jerseys in both black & white established that these cats were gangsta. I asked if they were from D.F. and to my astonishment they said yes. “SL 13″, [...]]]>

There were trademark signatures of gangsta life from Los Angeles everywhere: Nike Cortez kicks and knee-high tube socks, Lokes sitting pretty on buzzed scalps, and Oakland Raiders’ jerseys in both black & white established that these cats were gangsta. I asked if they were from D.F. and to my astonishment they said yes. “SL 13″, they said and the leader showed off a tattoo on his inner bottom lip. I’m clueless when it comes to the culture of gangs in D.F. I asked for a photograph — intending to get a shot of his lip tattoo — and he gestured with his hand to hold on a moment. He slid his Lokes off, took off his jersey and pirouetted — gang signs cocked in the air — to show off his back tats. Did it take you a few years to get those? Simon. Then the whole crew wanted a picture.

More images here.