July 9, 2009

Colima

Calle Colima, a humble tree-lined street in the heart of Roma Norte, is one of the best places to find hot vintage items, unique designer t-shirts, and blue corn quesadillas. This is why I love my hood, because the senora on my corner still rolls out the tortillas by hand (and at only 10 pesos this is a serious steal) even though hip new boutiques have slowly started to pop up with increasing frequency. Take that, Condechi!

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The latest endeavor is Clinica, the atelier of Paola Hernandez, an up and coming young designer who has been called Mexico’s next it girl and whose designs have been featured in Elle and Vougue.  In addition to Clinica, Colima is home to Sicario, Goodbye Folk, U Store, Shelter, and, on the bougey side of Insurgentes, American Apparel.  While it was triste to see a corporate chain popping up in la Roma, at least it’s on the Condesa side of the road, AKA the part of Roma that doesn’t real count as Roma.  On this side of Insurgentes the only big-name brand I’ve seen is Subway (thank god there’s no starbucks yet!).

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A good friend of mine and an amazing journalist just made the switch from Condesa to Roma and has blogged about how she’s slowly succumbing to the undeniable charm and hip style that is la Roma.  Ugandanesque power outages and water cutoffs may come with the territory, but so does fabulous street art and my new favorite vintage store ever.

June 24, 2009

Dispatches from Juarez

Ciudad Juarez, the epicenter of Mexico’s drug war and a major industrial hub and border crossing, is a surreal place.   Old American school buses painted over with white chug through this gritty town transporting hundreds of workers from the slums where they live to the massive factories, or maquiladores, that have sprung up in recent post-NAFTA years.  The army has taken over the town, and caravans of young soldiers with machine guns and rocket launchers patrol the streets, setting up road blocks and searching houses at random.

There are several factors at work in this city, and the combination of all of them has created a violent, lawless, center of urban  sprawl.  Migration, drug traficking, cartels, gangs, industrialization, and overpopulation are just a few of the problems here in Juarez.  Yet for all the negative things people say about it, I have been pleasantly surprised by much of what I see here.  For the most part, things here have been normal for me, except for the occacional brush with the army (they did come search the house I was staying at for guns and I happened to answer the door to an armed troop of soldiers in what was a seemingly peaceful suburb).

I am currently volunteering at a migrant shelter, La Casa del Migrante, a few kilometers from the border.  We mostly receive Mexicans who have been deported but we also get a few Central Americans who have come up on the train and on their way to the states.  It is both awe-inspiring and heartbreaking to talk to these guys and watch their faces as they come in every day.

Yesterday I met Alvaro, a young guy from Hondurous, who had left home with a little less then $100 and survived for three weeks on the train.  The Southern border is infamous for being controlled by las Mara, a ruthless gang that likes to murder young migrants with machetes, rape women, and extortion the poor families of the Central Americans they catch by kidnapping their victims and calling home to ask for money.  Alvaro told me he was once shot at, and saw many others falling off the train.  Another time, the Mexican migration (or las Mara pretending to be Mexican migration) rounded up about 80 of them and was placing them in a holding cell, but Alvaro somehow escaped with one other guy and ran off in the woods.  When I think about all he has been through, it blows my mind.  He is only 19.  His English is amazingly  good for having only spent one year in the states. I think he was deported but he just tells me he went back home to see his Mom.  He tells me he’s going to New Orleans, and I sure hope he gets there.

When I asked Alvaro which border was more dangerous, the southern one or the nothern one, he said he wasn’t sure.  They are both a living hell, he says.

June 18, 2009

Chiapas Street Art

Chiapas, the southernmost state in Mexico and home to the zapatista revolution, is an amazing place, rich in natural beauty and indigenous cultures.  I recently traveled there with my father and was awed by the friendly people, breathtaking views, and political graffiti.  San Cristobal de la Casas, a town where we spent several nights and the main hub for tourists in the region, is a picturesque town located high in the mountains and full of crumbling colonial buildings covered in edgy graffiti.  It was the first time in Mexico I have seen graffiti be so political.

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June 8, 2009

Daily Dose of Street Art

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This old house, on the corner of Alvaro Obregon and Insurgentes, is one of my all time favorites in the DF.  It’s constantly being covered by a plethora of crazy posters and graffiti which creates the effect of a continuously morphing collage.  Plus, it looks haunted.  And of course, it’s in Roma, the hippest neighborhood in Mexico City and a place I’m proud to call home.

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And if all that street art makes you hungry, there’s a pretty good taco stand, sandwhich stand (tortas) and a juice place all right on the corner.  Try the vampiro juice- beets, carrots, and oranges all thrown in the blender right before your eyes.

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May 30, 2009

Mexican Fashion grows up and gets classy

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Malinchismo, or preference for all things foreign, has always been a part of Mexican culture, and the fashion world is no exception.  Malinche was an indigenous slave who became Cortez’s interpreter and subsequent lover, a women who many blame for the downfall of the Mayan empire and, hence, for all of Mexico’s problems (a la Pandora and Eve and all women throughout history, but that’s a whole other blog post or 2 or 300 right there).   Thus the word Malinchismo was created in her honor (or dishonor) to refer to a predilection for foreign things or people.  It is important to understand the concept of Malinchismo because understanding Mexican culture in and of itself is a difficult operation, and the fashion world here in many ways reflects that.

Mexico has long struggled to define itself individually, after years of harsh colonial rule and dictators and then finally a political party that kept “winning,” mysteriously, for 70 years in a row.   Now a different party is in control, free trade is booming, and Mexico is finally growing up and becoming a global force in and of its own right.  Yet it is still dependent in many ways on other countries to help guide its path, and “free trade” for all its benefits has created a dramatic cycle of economic subordination and cultural influence that seems to be unbreakable.

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And so, just as Mexico struggles to break free from this vicious cycle and plods the long slow road towards economic and human development, Mexican designers also endeavor to define a uniquely Mexican style.  Unlike deconstructionist Japan or timelessly elegant Italy, Mexico has yet to create a singular, defining statement that remains, above all else, uniquely Mexican.  And while many designers embrace the ethnic patterns and traditional colors of indigenous cultures, many are frustrated by such a narrow, stereotypical view of Mexican style and long to break free of such suffocating interpretations.

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The struggle to create a uniquely Mexican style was vividly, and at times painfully evident at last weeks Mercedes Benz Fashion Mexico, an upscale event where over 20 designers presented their Fall collections.  In the face of swine flu, earthquakes, drug wars, and a financial crisis, the show went on, although it was twice rescheduled because of the influenza outbreak.

I saw some things I loved, some things I hated, and some things I couldn’t quite figure out.  I saw some great clothes, some gorgeous models (who, in true malinchista form, were mostly imported from Brazil and Argentina), and lots of high society elite.  But mostly what I saw, on runway after runway, was a culture trying to finally define itself and a fresh desire to create something beautiful that Mexicans can proudly claim as their own. Hopefully, in a few more years, that desire will come to fruition.

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May 20, 2009

La coleccion Jumex

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In a gritty industrial zone called Ecatapec, 45 minutes outside of Mexico City, hidden within the bowels of an unassuming juice factory, sits the largest private contemporary art exhibit in Latin America.  The Jumex Collection features heavy-hitting contemporaries such as Duchamp and Jeff Koons and fresh local talent such as Mexican artist Gabriel Orozco.

Every few months an international curator is invited to design a new exhibit from the collection, showcasing several of the unique and memorable pieces in a fresh way.  The pieces are selected along a common theme, such as “history of the ready made” or the latest exhibit,  “nothingness and being”.

To celebrate the opening of every new exhibit, the owner throws a Jay Gatsby worthy fiesta with lots of movers and shakers from the Mexico City elite.  Everyone is there to enjoy the art, of course, but also to take part in the debauchery.

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And debauchery it is.  Guests enjoy an open bar worthy of the gods with deluxe martinis handcrafted from Jumex juices, ginger, raspberries, and other fresh ingredients.  There is also a gourmet buffet, live music, performance art and skits, and lots of free juice on hand.

Oh yeah… and there was art.  Lots of art.

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Visiting details:  The Jumex Collection is open to the public by appointment only; admission is free.  Besides enjoying the exhibit, you can also visit the library and the reading room on site.

Phone: +52 55 5699 1961

May 13, 2009

C’est Moi!

Taken at an opening at the Jumex Collection

Taken at an opening at the Jumex Collection

April 30, 2009

The ones left behind

I may have been able to hop on a plane a few days ago, but the 20 million people I left behind in Mexico City and its surrounds weren’t so lucky.  Many of my friends there are journalists and have been working hard to get out on the streets and cover the story, infectious deadly diseases or not.

My friend Alexis down in the subway.  Photo by Deanna Dent

My friend Alexis down in the subway. Photo by Deanna Dent

Alexis Okeowo, above, is a freelance journalist friend of mine from Alabama who covers everything from Kenyan runners training in Toluca to Mexico City design firms to how the Mexican government is dealing with the encroaching drug addiction problems in society.  She worked for two years in Africa, so I guess after the dealing with the slums of Kenya the swine flu is no big thing for her.

The photo was taken by Deanna Dent, another good friend who has been working day and night to shoot the possible pandemic.  She has a great blog full of photos and sound slides that give you an idea of what it’s like in the streets.  Sounds pretty scary if you ask me.  Empty, quiet streets in Mexico City are not the norm, not at all.

A young girl in the upscale condesa neighborhood rides her bike

A young girl in the upscale condesa neighborhood rides her bike

As I sit comfortably at my computer and breathe in the fresh, spring air of Charlottesville, I can’t help but wonder what it’s like for the friends I left behind.  A good friend of mine from Emory had just moved down to Mexico City for a month or so, and recently decided it just wasn’t worth it and also packed up and left. Several of my exchange student friends who were in the middle of finals have also decided to leave.  The exchange office where I study also gave a green light to any of us who wished to return and said we could complete our finals from our home universities (I will be returning in a week to complete my finals at the school).  I also just heard a rumor the government is thinking about shutting down all non-essential businesses.  At least some people have something to smile about:

A young couple in the Historic Center of the city

A young couple in the Historic Center of the city

All fabulous photos by Deanna Dent (thanks girl!).

April 28, 2009

Escaping the Swine Flu

I had written earlier about how much Mexicans love their pork but little did I realize what a big deal swine could become in this country.  Leaving the apocalypse is pretty much how I felt yesterday as I hopped on a taxi to the airport.  Everyone we passed by was wearing masks, and even my driver had one on despite the intense heat.  It does get a bit steamy in those masks, I’ll tell you.  At the airport, masks were required attire, as in the fashion statement of the century.  Military guards were passing out questionnaires asking if you had any symptoms and recommending you not to fly that day if you felt the least bit sick.  Did I mention I had a sore throat that day?  Not exactly making me feel any better…

In the taxi headed to the airport

In the taxi headed to the airport

To top it off, an earthquake hit just as I was arriving at the airport.  I didn’t feel anything, but apparently people were running out of buildings in Mexico City.  Although it was a minor earthquake, people are still reeling from the big quake of ‘85 that killed over 10,000 people and left the city in ruins.  I couldn’t have picked a better time to leave.  The mayor was talking about stopping all activities in the city, including public transportation, and classes and all major events have been canceled for the next ten days.  I was going to cover Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week for The News and even that got postponed.  After I heard about that, I had no real reason to stay behind, and found out that due to new airline regulations for Mexico travel it was free to change my flight!

The local alt weekly The Hook, where I previously interned, should be running a story about me so be sure to check it out.  As for now, I am safe and sound in Charlottesville, VA enjoying the amazing spring weather, friendly folks, and ordinary pleasures like drinking chai tea from my favorite mug and taking a real shower with more then a trickle of water.

April 25, 2009

Desole…

Sorry Frenchies… I just found a craigslist posting that says, and I quote, “We don’t accept couples, pets, or French people.”  Can you imagine?  I just want to know what the frenchies did to this guy that he refuses to accept a single one in his apartment.  He also specifies that he is looking for a girl, and if she is foreign that is even better.  As long as she’s not French!!  Here is the actual post below, note the ridiculous price he is asking for:

BuENAS.

TENGO UNA HABITACION EN MI DEPARTAMENTO, ES UNA HABITACION MUY GRANDE Y YA INCLUYEN LOS GASTO. PUEDEN VER LAS FOTOA ABAJO.
DE PREFERENCIA BUSCO UNA CHICA, Y SI EXTRANJERA MEJOR.
NO HACEPTO MASCOTAS,
JOVENES MENORES DE 25
PAREJAS Y TAMPOCO FRANCESES.

Saludos
Alex