i went to mexico city with jeremy fish and our lady friends. he had a show and did a mural at the new upper playground there. i hadn't been to mexico since a one night stint in tijuana about 10 years ago, and yes, my ass still hurts. having not kept up with the goings on down there and what-have-you, i wasn't sure what to expect. tijuana was a whole lot of dead dogs and diarrhea... so that's all i could picture.
it ended up being a bit more fucked up then i remembered...
the hipsters there were a lot more agro then the sf ones, and instead of fixed gears, they had the newest, hippest, most expensive fixed penises a peso could buy. you should see them try to stop with those things... it's hilarious! all skidding back and forth while somehow trying to get laid at the same time... it hurts to watch.
the chicks were hotter than the usual sf crop though.
and they like bacon too.
turns out we were in the wrong neighborhood and we finally found the place. dude.
this here is arturo. he and his lady friend own upper playground and the gallery.
lady friend. her name is lili.
they like to go out and make a party, and lili likes to wear these 'shoes'.
get to work, jerk.
after the first night i had been up for about 28 hours since my flight. marryle haggard.
we went to a flea market the next day. occasionally, some 'illegal immigrants' (as we call them here in the states), will bum rush your car and start washing your windows if you're not paying attention.
then we stopped to see some art.
word jumble. new upper playground sign.
oliver! he flew to mexico city on a hunt for the best al pastor taco.
michelada (spicy goodness in yer beer)
a shitty photo of a couple of al pastor tacos. it's the pineapple that really ties the taco together.
marrinated al pastor with the pineapple on top.
check out this short clip of the al pastor ninja. so smooth.
dude. that's gnarly.. we didn't try it but it does remind me of this onion clip.
fish in 6 years (50 years ago).
it wasn't all that fun painting on a 12 foot high scaffolding until 6am.
mmmm... nothing like ending your night with a 50 cent 7-11 hotdog for breakfast at 6:45am.
the three creepiest dudes in mexico city headed to the zoo!
the hand painted signs on the food carts were badass.
we saw a baboon giving birth to his own ass.
and some balls.
the signs were very informative. this one even had the name and shape of a moose vagina. huella, yo.
the rarely seen house cat.
the commonly seen stray dog.
and a panda bear skinning hard! way to help a dude out, ollie.
right before we left, i got some video of this bear fucking a wall, then tossing some fresh bear skeet at a bunch of kids. it's sick!
way to represent sf, dude.
stopped for some more tacos.
then some shots at a mescal bar.
then more tacos! our regular (and best) taco joint was kaliman right in our neighborhood (condesa). there's a mexican food chain version on both side that even has a sign that claims they make the original al pastor or some shit. i can't remember the name but it's something like 'el gofuckyourself'.
i got some cactus.
before i left for mexico city everyone told me 'they don't have burritos in mexico' but i was on the hunt anyway. i thought this guy was one for a second but he's a dog.
apparently, mexicans are more willing to buy shit if there's a horse in the ad.
so much press. damn, that must be exhausting.
a lot of the cabs there are old Volkswagen bugs. there's even a fan zine dedicated to them.
mexican delivery truck.
fuck. how are there dunkin' donuts in mexico city but not in california?
it's a good idea to try generic fast food in different countries so we went to mcdonalds.
yup.. sucks here too. the menu wasn't much different from ours but i remember the one in japan being pretty cool. check out this website of different mcdonalds menu's from around the world. lobster in canada?
hey! burritos in mexico! go fuck yourself everybody who said they don't have them. i forget where this was but it was a street cart. they were pretty good.
i like playing 'can you spot oliver' 'cause it's a real easy game and i like winning.
there he is again in his new poncho.
there's a lot of hummingbirds in mexico city. i love those little guys.
lady friends arrive! putting the fuck back into fuck yeah.
more press before the opening.
damn. check out the ears on that broad.
what! sweet tattoo.
sushi time. sounds weird right? i've heard people say that the sushi in mexico city is second best only to japan and i'm not gonna doubt it. shit was tasty.
we did some sake bombs. my shot glass shattered when we banged on the table and i got soaked. rad.
the next day we checked out some old shit in the centre.
there's a bunch of old mayan ruins there cause the spanish that settled there thought it'd be an extra kick in the nuts to build all their shit on top of the former mayan city.
the torture museum. here's an iron maiden.
oh lime salt how i love you so. i recommend twang.
somehow we had all ordered different mexican beers. i recommend victoria.
one thing i hadn't expected to see in mexico was a shitload of chads. a chad is basically the ultimate douchebag. add some hair gel to your faux-hawk, put on a slightly too small 'affliction' v-neck tee shirt, some shorts, sandels, and high-five the fuck out of your bros when yer not getting banged in the ass by them. chad. they call them fresas in mexico city, which translates to strawaberry. this table had 3 ulti-chads and one gnarly couger with more collagen than charo. i naively thought that this pack of fucks was america's claim to suck. i guess they're everywhere. chadxicans.
fish asked arturo if he could take us to a traditional cantena so we came to this joint. my guess is that it was full of locals and we were definitely the only gringo's in there. this was fairly obvious, because when we walked in, i saw a table of three chadxicans yell 'pinche gringo's!' and, naturally, high-five each other.
after an intimidating, and quite sketchy, 15 minutes, most people seemed to be aight with having us there.
everyone was endlessly signing along with the marriachi band. shit was fugin awesome!
yusssss! oscar is also fugin awesome.
there are lots of people selling shit in the streets. it's really annoying to have random people interrupt you about once every 3 minutes while you're eating. but it's also funny to see this guy walking around selling faggots.
skinning with a carrot. nice work with that.
this guys frontbutt was bigger than this girls back butt. nylon magazine made this video while we were there. i felt like we were at an mtv pool party the whole time. frontbutt dude gives an interview about 35 seconds into the video. if you listen close enough, you can hear him say 'burrito, taco, taco, burrito, i like them' at one point.
putting the marr back into marrgarita.
not to be outdone by the guy selling faggots, this faggot was selling an assload of balloons.
these hyper-aggressive marriachi dudes run at your car and will jump in and serenade you before you get a chance to say 'i'm not gay' in spanish. don't slow down.
more flea market. turtle shell backpacks.
fuck yeah we own that deer hoof bottle opener now.
ahhh, luche libre. we saw it, but you can't bring any camera shit in with you. such a bummer. please go see it if you get the chance. you will probably fail at less stuff in life if you do.
... leads to fun.
and mexico city leads to mocos locos (crazy boogers).
time to shave dude.
time to do a lot of stuff. i would start with sleep.
jeremy was on the hunt for some sick huaraches (traditional handmade mexican sandals) and somehow we found our way to el colibri in zocalo (the centre).
it's a proper huarache store.
for the gaes.
we made our way to frida kahlo's neighborhood of coyoacan where we found the actual trolley car that crashed into the bus that nearly killed that broad. i swear there was still a whiff of vagina and gold in the air.
a pair of the aforementioned huaraches.
rooftop beers on a warm day is one of my favorite things ever.
'fresa' on board. yeah chad!
sickest 'tag' ever.
sickest torture device ever.
yeah, it's pronounced titty-walk-on. it's where the mayan pyramids are. we climbed them.
there were two main pyramids. i think this is the 'moon' one. i'll just assume we were on the 'sun' one cause it was hot as fuck.
i had half a rabbit for lunch. fuck yeah.
i didn't eat the eyeball.
on our way back.
the next night we finally had some bad mexican food. that cheese near the top of the pik (on what turned out to be beans) is fackin rad though. it's called cotija.
the next night we went to tepoztlan and slept in some tee-pees for fish's birthday.
it's really hard to look tough in a hammock, even if yer flipping off the camera.
more humming birds.
we were woken up by this really loud, fucked up noise. turns out, it was mexican cicadas... probably thousands of them. i guess their deal is that every year they surface from the underground to warn of the coming rains, but they're nice enough to do this everyday for about 2 and a half months.
i forget dudes names but he lives here and told us about the cicadas. i don't know how he does it, i would've moved out the first day i heard them. their name in spanish translates to 'alarm'.
oh, this is el kaliman... the sweet taco spot i mentioned earlier. it's at the corner of ensenada and campeche. go there now, flights are cheap.
speaking of press check this guys website for mexico related art and music shit.
on my last night there i meet this dude on the right. he used to do the voice overs for the mexican nelson from the simpsons. that's badass.
he busted out some nelson for us. give a listen.
my walk home... drunk.
one last authentic mexican meal before my flight.
aight den. thanks fro reading. that was a long one. check out mr. dragonette's new blog. he's going to laos someday soon to do a photo documentary on cluster bombs we dropped there 30 years ago. for now, it's just a regular old blog... but he'll keep you updated on his project when he gets there. oh... and we're still cool too.