Mexico City @ February 2011
Mexico City @ February 2011
MC has got all features of a megapolis. The vivid local cultures including contemporary arts as they are music, cinema and design seem to determine the new/old face of the town.
A paradoxical mix of accelerated urbanization by means of local area gentrification, absolute rise of service branches, huge amount of art hot spots, merchandizing, restaurants and the multinational coffee chop chains and proliferation of mass media and the most rapid growing realm of telecommunication tools, companies and innovations. At the same time MC tries to keep stand, to preserve historic monuments and documents with big efforts by the metropolitan area government in terms of having moments of de-acceleration, what might be useful for conservatives and elderlies and calming down the political aristocracy.
Mexico City @ January 2011
Day 2
A wonderful sunny Monday, let' s call it a normal Monday, where people go to work, please their live partners, send some flowers to the other beloved ones, and if free of action, than going to the town making errands, buying useless things, which look good, or even ugly in the eyes of those beloved ones, who get no flowers. This is a normal Monday. And not to forget, those kids, oppressed and pressured to go to their schools after this biutiful ( Mexican expression for Schönheit) weekend.
I tried to emulate the second version, namely, walking around in Centro Historico of MC, watching those who have been on the way from work to lunch or vice versa, those who have been talking to their selfs while walking with a tempered pace on streets and those who have been looking for some salvation in the absolute beauty of this town.
Centro historico seems to have two basically different faces. The One belongs to the visitors from outside, from Mexican countryside, amazed to the radical speechlessness of a fellow wandering and wondering in the city. These folks reinvent daily the town, they give to it a demonial face, a Fratze ( German word, indeed, see Bertolt Brecht or Heiner Müller) under the mild sun of early afternoon. I believe, just believe and nothing more, that this specific looking-at of paysannes in the city generally implies a dilemmatic background. On the one hand, a subtil curiosity about all those citoyens, all those "rich people" of the town, about their habits, their dreams and their pleasures. There is no sorrow of work, there is no pain of life in perception of men and women arriving just right now in town. On the other hand, a dark abyss of envy and get hatred. An evident, and not at all metaphorised, opponence to anything the town people say or do; think or desire. Looking in their eyes will miror you the dialectics. Then we encounter visitors from outside, overseas, mostly. I am not sure what visitors from other countries of Americas likely to be, when they exploring MC, we should, may by, just ask them. Visitors from transatlantic, mainely French, German or Italians might have other dialectics. They, I guess, would have loved having the entire glory, shine, beauty and petrified memories in their own places. They reinevent and keep reimagining "Ciudad de Mexico" as a theme park, as a neutralized, almost depressed (= de. pressed) and decompressed place, free and apart of the anthropologic filling and content. MC as a strategy, a fatal one. Images of European visitors are not concordant at all of those autochthon landpeople. The significant difference is a gap, a sulcus metahistoricus, between European perception of history, as a linear space of transformations of the outer world, made and rearranged mainly by Europeans and autochthon land based proletarians 's understanding of history as a disrutptive sequence of battles for autonomy and persistence power of town people, made possible by destiny, bishops, law and absence of god. European visitors, with their big, very big hearts, love Mexico, not really this very real place, this very real people, they love an image, a dramatic sequence of their own. They love a picture: induced by desires; rearranged by words, rebuilt by forgetness, restructured by visions.
Beyond fears and laughs of paysannes and European tourists, both are lovely, loveable, and nice, for sure, beyond their both paranoia and desires, Mexico City/ Ciuadad de Mexico is at Monday, at a normal Monday a biutiful place to be, pleasing the coolness of elderly women, dressed perfectly, walking in a manner, as if their were in deep dreams, touching walls of buildings built long long time ago, hunderts of years of solitude, built on bones and blood and heads and stories of former habitants by Spanish noble men and Spanish god' s men in the name of salvation and in the name Of Messias.
Mexico City, at Five of afternoon is a marvellous cacke with un Americano, looking at small kids selling things at the corner, feeling the impertinent presence of police anywhere, window shopping at Cinco Mayo, here and now, this town is at five of afternoon mild, slow and full of live, real live.
Soundtrack of MC:
Maria Callas (divine sound)
Element of Crime (german pop)
Benjamin Biolay (French SS/ pop)
Liveablitity score (worse 1-5 best)
Sustainability: 2
Sociodiversity: 1
Public transport: 3
Creative Index: 3
Benjamin Biolay (French SS/ pop)
Liveablitity score (worse 1-5 best)
Sustainability: 2
Sociodiversity: 1
Public transport: 3
Creative Index: 3
Mexico City @ February 2011
Beautiful celebration of a birthday with dottore Ignacio MR and friends, nice and smart people.
Mexico City @ February 2011
MC has got all features of a megapolis. The vivid local cultures including contemporary arts as they are music, cinema and design seem to determine the new/old face of the town.
A paradoxical mix of accelerated urbanization by means of local area gentrification, absolute rise of service branches, huge amount of art hot spots, merchandizing, restaurants and the multinational coffee chop chains and proliferation of mass media and the most rapid growing realm of telecommunication tools, companies and innovations. At the same time MC tries to keep stand, to preserve historic monuments and documents with big efforts by the metropolitan area government in terms of having moments of de-acceleration, what might be useful for conservatives and elderlies and calming down the political aristocracy.
Mexico City @ January 2011
Day 2
A wonderful sunny Monday, let' s call it a normal Monday, where people go to work, please their live partners, send some flowers to the other beloved ones, and if free of action, than going to the town making errands, buying useless things, which look good, or even ugly in the eyes of those beloved ones, who get no flowers. This is a normal Monday. And not to forget, those kids, oppressed and pressured to go to their schools after this biutiful ( Mexican expression for Schönheit) weekend.
I tried to emulate the second version, namely, walking around in Centro Historico of MC, watching those who have been on the way from work to lunch or vice versa, those who have been talking to their selfs while walking with a tempered pace on streets and those who have been looking for some salvation in the absolute beauty of this town.
Centro historico seems to have two basically different faces. The One belongs to the visitors from outside, from Mexican countryside, amazed to the radical speechlessness of a fellow wandering and wondering in the city. These folks reinvent daily the town, they give to it a demonial face, a Fratze ( German word, indeed, see Bertolt Brecht or Heiner Müller) under the mild sun of early afternoon. I believe, just believe and nothing more, that this specific looking-at of paysannes in the city generally implies a dilemmatic background. On the one hand, a subtil curiosity about all those citoyens, all those "rich people" of the town, about their habits, their dreams and their pleasures. There is no sorrow of work, there is no pain of life in perception of men and women arriving just right now in town. On the other hand, a dark abyss of envy and get hatred. An evident, and not at all metaphorised, opponence to anything the town people say or do; think or desire. Looking in their eyes will miror you the dialectics. Then we encounter visitors from outside, overseas, mostly. I am not sure what visitors from other countries of Americas likely to be, when they exploring MC, we should, may by, just ask them. Visitors from transatlantic, mainely French, German or Italians might have other dialectics. They, I guess, would have loved having the entire glory, shine, beauty and petrified memories in their own places. They reinevent and keep reimagining "Ciudad de Mexico" as a theme park, as a neutralized, almost depressed (= de. pressed) and decompressed place, free and apart of the anthropologic filling and content. MC as a strategy, a fatal one. Images of European visitors are not concordant at all of those autochthon landpeople. The significant difference is a gap, a sulcus metahistoricus, between European perception of history, as a linear space of transformations of the outer world, made and rearranged mainly by Europeans and autochthon land based proletarians 's understanding of history as a disrutptive sequence of battles for autonomy and persistence power of town people, made possible by destiny, bishops, law and absence of god. European visitors, with their big, very big hearts, love Mexico, not really this very real place, this very real people, they love an image, a dramatic sequence of their own. They love a picture: induced by desires; rearranged by words, rebuilt by forgetness, restructured by visions.
Beyond fears and laughs of paysannes and European tourists, both are lovely, loveable, and nice, for sure, beyond their both paranoia and desires, Mexico City/ Ciuadad de Mexico is at Monday, at a normal Monday a biutiful place to be, pleasing the coolness of elderly women, dressed perfectly, walking in a manner, as if their were in deep dreams, touching walls of buildings built long long time ago, hunderts of years of solitude, built on bones and blood and heads and stories of former habitants by Spanish noble men and Spanish god' s men in the name of salvation and in the name Of Messias.
Mexico City, at Five of afternoon is a marvellous cacke with un Americano, looking at small kids selling things at the corner, feeling the impertinent presence of police anywhere, window shopping at Cinco Mayo, here and now, this town is at five of afternoon mild, slow and full of live, real live.
