Drop sneakers, not bombs

Yoko Ono, Berlin

Yoko Ono, The hole (2011)

 Chris Hadfield, Berlin (2013)

People are discussing the pic of Berlin because still one notices due to the kind of light where the Wall was. Isn't it amazing?

Being hard on yourself

Apparently, being hard on your own self is common human condition. This is a nice clip and an awesome experiment, lest a bit cheesy...

Goya 185

Today is the 185th anniversary of Goya's death.

Long live Goya, a true artist.

Maja desnuda (detail) (1797-1800)

Life 2.0's Manifesto

I know that in my previous life I was truly concerned and exclusively interested on God.

But it is gone, thanks God.

Today, I am interested above anything on woman, specifically in female Beauty and female Intelligence and female Soul.

If I had the chance to talk to a dead person, that would be –precisely because of this– Helmut Newton, whose Autoportrait is inspiring and wise.

 

Bee on mouth: Irving Penn, Lana del Rey

Irving Penn (1995)

Lana del Rey (2011)

Art means creativity and a bit of know-how

As simple as a bloody plastic bag and a camera.

Dennis Pedersen, Donkey

Saul Steinberg, Stool cats

The National Hour

There is this relic from the 1930s in this country, which we all have to suffer every, really every Sunday. It is called National Hour or Hora Nacional.

It is one of the most primitive traditions you can imagine, which was invented in a fascistic context. Let's gather all together around the Government, oh, boy, please, yes. Just check the page, the most stupid thing ever, not professional at all. It is the moment to turn off the radios and do something more interesting. It is absolutely boring, and nobody can take it seriously. By law, every radio station has to air this shit.

Mexico, if you want to become modern, please decapitate such a waste of money and time, mutilate this pseudo romantic-patriotic get-together. And tune something, anything else.

Maximilian's execution: Aubert, Manet

 Francois Aubert, Photograph of the execution of Maximilian I of Mexico (right),

Miramón (center) and Mejía (left) (19 June 1867)

 Notice the nopal above/behind Maximilian, that was definitely not a coincidence. That might be the reason why he didn't stand in the middle of the group. The erected nopal as a symbol of Mexico versus the defeated foreign intruder... bla bla bla...

Edouard Manet, L'exécution de Maximilien (1867)

This is a book

I am in mood of reading memoirs and biographical books, being this one the third I read in a row: Helmut Newton's Autobiography. As I discovered it in a nice museum library, I bought it right away. RM Verlag is a very professional publishing house, but in this case the book is a plague of mistakes. I should had bought the English edition.

Nevertheless, I have been devouring the book for the last two nights, and counting.

His Autobiography is –so far– sort of his sexual memoirs. But a more careful lecture shows that pursue of a passion blended with being a lucky guy in turbulent times. He was born in Berlin, a Jew, who had to flew the country in order to survive (his father didn't), and lived in the worst poverty... He still pursued his passion: women at the time (Richard Avedon mentioned something similar, women being the most intriguing "topic" to deal with).

Fuck the establishment

Everybody saw today this picture of a Parisian activist being hit by a man, allegedly a Muslim.

The older I get, the worse I think about authority. But yes, that's the worst allergy I have. Just detest it badly. 

What if all those police guys, instead of obeying absurd or unjust orders, decide by themselves and act according to their own criteria. Nothing has been as terrible in History as armies and military service, as police and public order forces.

I hate suits and ties

Even if girls find them sexy. They are a terrible burden, specially in Mexico, with such a weather. But this is really awesome.

Too many legs: Germán Lorca, Arno Rafael Minkkinen

Germán Lorca, Piernas (1970)

Arno Rafael Minkkinen, Fosters Pond (1989)

Splash: Milk, Water

Jeff Wall, Milk (1984)

Roman Singer, Wasserstiefel (1986)

Nothing like a pelvis...

Art (theft)

There hung once a Caravaggio. It was stolen. 

I would gladly give the Nobel Prize for Art to the thief or perhaps to the priest who decided to keep the empty space. It is so beautiful and modern. It has been my favorite image for the last two weeks.

Forget Malevich.

This is the ultimate realization of his iconic (in a religious sense, as it hung in the last Futurist exhibition) Black Square (1915).

Trash beach

I just spent a week on a little, cozy beach on the Pacific coast. It was marvelous, as it was absolutely empty. Just a few Canadians and Americans as I arrived, everything perfect.

As the week went down, the North Americans went back to their places, after having spent the whole winter (as much as five months) on the beach.

Then a plague arrived! Mexicans. What a disgrace.

It was a matter of hours. Few dozens of tourists besieged our beautiful, quiet republic... with trash! They are able to spent hours next to plastic bottles, mango debris or chip bags without even noticing it. I spent time cleaning the beach up, but it was useless. Trash on the sand, trash on the streets, trash everywhere.

Churchill famously said once: "We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender [...]"

Yes, specially regarding Mexican stupidity.