A passageway to Mexico City's main plaza, filled up with commercial life, Madero is a crowded street on any hour.
Yesterday I talked to an artist who worked on a collective portrait of this street's crowd.
Hundreds of overly familiar faces welcome the upcoming Dutch guy to the ultra complex and diverse system of Mexico City.
(Let's see how many of their faces you can hold on to.)
http://vimeo.com/68353811
martes, 27 de mayo de 2014
lunes, 5 de mayo de 2014
Live and learn
It's 1:30 PM. High up in the clear, blue sky, the sun looks down onto Eindhoven. Birds chirp in the large tree behind the house, and a soft breeze ripples through the gardens below the roof terrace. With the temperature in the twenties of degrees Celcius, it is warm for the beginning of May. The only noticeably abnormal thing about an otherwise ordinary day.
A table stands atop the roof terrace. Next to a cup of freshly made tea, Jasmin Green tea by the smell of it, sits an iPad. Four empty chairs look like they have gathered to guard the table. The way they have been grouped to surround the table makes them seem vigilant, even though the only access to the terrace is a door to the apartment beyond.
A painter is working on one of the adjacent houses that face the roof terrace in a row. Lulled half to sleep by the sun on this warm afternoon, even his radio has not been able to keep him fully awake. he is startled by loud swearing which can be heard through the half-opened terrace door. Alarmed, the painter looks up to see what the fuss is about. After a minute of straining his neck to catch a glimpse of the source of the ever more profane cursing he shrugs, accepts that he does not have the superhuman X-ray vision of his favorite comic hero, and turns up the volume of his radio to drown out the noise.
The ranting finally subsides. A tall guy steps out onto the platform, and walks toward the table. The droping corners of his red moustache are turned down, his angry face implicating him as the source of now-subsided profanities. He picks up the iPad and fiddles with the buttons. Although the screen reads 'Listen and type in Spanish', the chitter of the bird and the painter's radio are the only sounds to be heard. 'How the hell am I supposed to practice my Spanish if you turn the in-app sound off, you fucking pice of shit?!' the guy shouts, and throws the iPad to the table.
Seconds later, the sound of an incoming mail message resounds across the terrace: 'DuoLingo daily reminder: Keep the owl Happy!'
(Not sure if anyone has a solution for sound difficulties with an iPad which does not involve resetting the device, but if so I would love to learn about it. In any event, I commend Apple for introducing the added difficulty of a variable reinforcement scheme to DuoLingo's language app)
A table stands atop the roof terrace. Next to a cup of freshly made tea, Jasmin Green tea by the smell of it, sits an iPad. Four empty chairs look like they have gathered to guard the table. The way they have been grouped to surround the table makes them seem vigilant, even though the only access to the terrace is a door to the apartment beyond.
A painter is working on one of the adjacent houses that face the roof terrace in a row. Lulled half to sleep by the sun on this warm afternoon, even his radio has not been able to keep him fully awake. he is startled by loud swearing which can be heard through the half-opened terrace door. Alarmed, the painter looks up to see what the fuss is about. After a minute of straining his neck to catch a glimpse of the source of the ever more profane cursing he shrugs, accepts that he does not have the superhuman X-ray vision of his favorite comic hero, and turns up the volume of his radio to drown out the noise.
The ranting finally subsides. A tall guy steps out onto the platform, and walks toward the table. The droping corners of his red moustache are turned down, his angry face implicating him as the source of now-subsided profanities. He picks up the iPad and fiddles with the buttons. Although the screen reads 'Listen and type in Spanish', the chitter of the bird and the painter's radio are the only sounds to be heard. 'How the hell am I supposed to practice my Spanish if you turn the in-app sound off, you fucking pice of shit?!' the guy shouts, and throws the iPad to the table.
Seconds later, the sound of an incoming mail message resounds across the terrace: 'DuoLingo daily reminder: Keep the owl Happy!'
(Not sure if anyone has a solution for sound difficulties with an iPad which does not involve resetting the device, but if so I would love to learn about it. In any event, I commend Apple for introducing the added difficulty of a variable reinforcement scheme to DuoLingo's language app)
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