Attitude (histories & geographies)

 
 

„Ich bin der Engel der Verzweiflung. Mit meinen Händen teile ich den Rausch aus, die Betäubung, das Vergessen, Lust und Qual der Leiber. Meine Rede ist das Schweigen, mein Gesang der Schrei. Im Schatten meiner Flügel wohnt der Schrecken. Meine Hoffnung ist der letzte Atem. Meine Hoffnung ist die erste Schlacht. Ich bin das Messer mit dem der Tote seinen Sarg aufsprengt. Ich bin der sein wird. Mein Flug ist der Aufstand, mein Himmel der Abgrund von morgen.“

Heiner Müller, Werke 1, S. 212

 
 
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Paris May 2017

Paris is blue.
 
 

 
 

 
 
 
 
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Beograd May 2017

Beograd is evidently in fatigue status.
 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 
 
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Vienna, May 2017

Vienna mirrors quality of life.
 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

Barcelona, May 2017

Barcelona is Barcelona.
 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

Bologna April 2017

Bologna lives.
 
 

 
 
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Ferrara, April 2017

Ferrara dissimulates everything.
 
 

 
 

Padova April 2017

Padova is calm.
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 

Brussels March 2017

Brussels is borring.
 
 

 
 

Roma Actober 2016

Roma is the mother of all beautiful cities
 
 

 
 

Barcelona August 2016

It is Barcelona
 
 

 
 

Valencia August 2016

Valencia has no show
 
 

 
 

Torino, April, 2016

Torino is wet and beautiful, and the rain is not stoping.
 
 

 
 

London, April, 2016

London is dry and windy.
A marvellous house in Hakney we lived in, a sophisticated and reduced mixture
of beautful objects and those-days fotographs.
The global city London is likely to become liveable.
 
 

 
 

Berlin, May, 2015

 
 

 
 

Some times it’s helpful to remember the horror of war, “Blitzkrieg” and “Vernichtungskrieg”. In memoriam of those 27 millions humans of Soviet-Union annhilated by Germans. A day of contemplation and, indeed, of shame, again and again

 
 

 
 

 
 

Berlin, May, 2015

 
 

The Series “Urban Space and its Essence”. Here, a selection of my pictures of the street called “Pappelalle” in my Barrio “Prenzlauer Berg” of Berlin. All pictures indicate one premise of urban constellation: density of creativity with more than 9 offices for design, global cuisine from France, Korea, Germany, Italy etc in a radius of 120 meters, and, yes, a normal life

 
 








The coolest guy of the Barrio

 

 
 

 
 

Istanbul, April 2015

 
 

The arrival of the modern times is traceable

 
 

 
 

The emerging “down town” fo Istanbul in background

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

Brussels, April 2015

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

Roma, March 2015

 
 

 
 

 
 

This is just beauty, nothing else.

 
 

 
 

 
 

Athens, March 2015

 
 
 
 

 
 

This is the place in Athens in which one governs the chaos, is looking calm. The leftist governing party has promised to the poeple dignity. This is a revelation!

 
 
 
 

 
 

This is the place in Athens in which it governs people’s souls, is looking beautiful. The leftist governing party has promised to the poeple dignity. This is a place!

 
 

 
 

Shangai November 2014

 

The arrival of the (post)modern times is traceable

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

What is evident in Shanghai is not merely the accelerated transformation of the built “Umwelt” (surrounding world) by means of super-vertical buildings, massive infra-structures and hyper-architectures as such, but; simultaneously, by infiltrative aesthetism and a sense for quality consumption of goods and of “Umwelt”. Shanghai has become, in the meanwhile, a beauty (or a beast). This is neither a political statement, nor a moral judgment, just an instant observation.

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 

 
 

A long long pause till November 2014

No text

 

2013 spring

Exploring New York @ May 2013

Brooklyn / Will.i.amsburg

Just forget it.

Wait, wait, there is something to say, in case you are a sensitive soul, do not read this.
Brooklyn’s Williamsburg is achieving an altitude of cultural hegemony within the Non-Manhattan-scene-propaganda which a good reason to get afraid or angry.
A chain reaction was following those reports in mass media between 2005 and 2010, that had reported on  Williamsburg as a interesting place beyond Manhattan’s long term cultural ruling times. Yes, indeed, Williamsburg has been interesting. Many people went there. many people experienced nice streets with some bars, clubs, bakeries, boutiques and hotels. The chain reaction mentioned above came after a the huge body of copy-and-paste-journalism and it was produced by the Williamsburg folks. Travelling there often for many years, I have to state that this fame is not in a reciprocal relation to the real “realities” on Williamsburg. Either in the media conveyed reality or in the real world on “streets” the first and foremost phenomenon which one is encountering is a bunch of  overbearance, cockiness and hubris personified in young, explicitly bearded men with very slim trousers and a non-achievable niveau of sophistication.
The real and measurable outcome of cultural values, economic dynamics,  scientific knowledge or even, because often proclaimed, of their “creativity” is merely low.
Williamsburg is, evidently and obviously, a low intensity area in regard to  cultural values, economic dynamics, scientific knowledge and creativity.
It is, clearly, a high noisy ara: noise in the sense of physical noise (Rauschen) and in the sense of being just too loud. Implicitly echoing to it self.

Ok, just forget it.

Exploring New York @ May 2013

 

Bowery and NoLiTa are getting more mature.In terms of cool urban places that offer a variety of subtle and small zones of comfort, no one beats NoLiTa. It ‘s just beautifulIt’s a vision of city in the very European understanding: Cafés are (almost) European, the coffee is (almost) Italian, the bakeries are (almost) German and Austrian, groceries are (almost) Dutch or French. And I hope, indeed, they never became entirely European, the notion of being almost something is the most attractive thing about NoLiTa.

Exploring New York @ May 2013

 

NY’s Lower East Side is gentrifying, hell, why not?China Twon is still, now for years, as I could remember, a well defined 3rd world enclave within the turbulences of gentrification, velocity, digital revolutions, big money, big data and big media.Still, folks in China Town are wearing the same clothes they wore in the time of arrival. An arrival that could have been happened in 70ies, 90ies or three years ago. It does really not matter, when they came to NY, or why they chose NY as “exile”, they work hard, as they did in other places, they earn their own money, and, indeed, they reject any kind of symbolic, representational or material assimilation with non-China-Town areas of NY or other urban epicenters of USA.Still, folks in  China Town have similar habits on streets in regard to body movements, direct contact, noise production, symbolic gestures, wearing clothes, combing hairs, and looking people in the eyes; they had previously somewhere else. A subtle charm, a curious and distant gaze, and, more interestingly, a shameless ignorance of the surroundings.I liked  China Town very much, and the people there. Their cool resilience, their calm resistance, their altruistic 3rd world charm and the look.

 

Again, NY is a marvelous place to be

 
 

It’s actually all about temporal dynamics, spatial density and probably about apressing drill of modernité. Asian cities are supposed to be the laboratory, wheretimes is compressed and space is extended vertically.
 
 

 
 

Bangkok  @ March 2013

Since cities, specially southern and southeastern Asian cities, have become epicenters of cultures in all their variety;  economic hubs, places of enhancement of communication and inducing mobility, it is obvious that the way of life and all those modes of exchange and channels  of communication within these giving geographic areas we call city are supposed to be determined by the very URBAN specifics.BKK is not merely the “dream city” of youth and aged subpopulations originating from  rural areas of Thailand, who may move transiently or permanently to the city, in order to receive education, to find work, to be included in the society, thus to enhance the standard of life. Some move back, the vast majority, still, stay in the city for longer times than planned.  The recent fresh air, encompassing minor changes in the political arena, the decrease of administrative power of military, mirco reforms of the legislative and executive organs; and especially, the rise of a middle class with a solid educational background acquired in USA, UK, Japan or India is correlating systematically with the increasing financial potency,  has caused basic tectonic movements in Thailand. The epicenter of the tectonic moves has always been BKK. The wave of critically acclaimed social organisations founded in the last decade, the impact and the radius of their cultural influence and with special regard to their mass media transmitted color coded visibility (yellow shirts, pink shirts) in Asia and abroad, seem to cause sub-terrain chain reactions within the politics and in the realm of the urban cultures. This, will change BKK’s economic functions and cultural impetus, respectively.Retrospectively seen, BKK has been for long time, at least in the last three decades, a classic touristic destination  for the small but economically potent group of upper society of India, Bangladesh, Pakistan, Indonesia and other Asian countries.Here, the situation has been changing more forcefully and with a unseen velocity than the internal Thai  developments would have made it imaginable.First, the emerging economies of Southern Asia since end of eighties, creating new classes and social groups, inducing new exchange cultures and communicative streams in the region; has been producing a strong push in the region. Thailand, and its economic hub, BKK, got affected positively by this dynamics. The Thai economy has been triggered in the same direction as they were in Singapore, Taiwan, Malaysia, Philippines and Indonesia.

Second, the rapid explosion of the Chinese economy since mid nineties, influenced the region and the the world. Almost everything has been said on this topic.

Third, India is awaking. To date, March 2013, 15 % of the population could be defined as a middle class by economic parameters, re-directing cultural and social criteria in the subcontinent and in Asia.
Indian people have immigrated in large groups to BKK since mid seventies, importing not just special skills and knowledge, but huge cultural influence. The new Indian middle class needs simultaneously new fields for expanding business and for selling goods made in India, they need also places for vacation and consumption. This is, how BKK is getting more Indian, than ever before.

Fourth, since the tourism from Golf states has been long time a productive factors for local BKK business in terms of consumption, the context of involvement of Arabs is changing now from the passive consumption to active business in real state, light industries and service industries.  This means, again, more cultural impact in the realm of the daily life and increasingly in the mass media.

Fifth, the russians are coming. Massively.

Not to forget, the Japanse highly appreciated invasion of the high-end luxury hotels, restaurants and SPA’s.

Last but not least, new and old riches from Iran or West African countries, as well low income immigrants looking for work or any kind of social activities from these regions, have become a factor in BKK: visible and involved.

BKK is becoming a global hub, a paradox hybrid, geographically condensed in the urban spatiality, determined by mobility and communication technologies and strategies, culturally diversified in a unimaginable way.
Gone are days of Britisch clubs and middle age English men with Arsenal shirts and Gin and tonic. Gone are nights of American tourist groups, made of Vietnam war veterans, getting nostalgic for those lost memories.

BKK is hosting forty-something Japanese business men in larger quantities than ever in a marvelous place simulating little Tokyo, but, in real, better than Tokyo, BKK is hosting  fifty-something Japanese women in super luxurious hotels haunting for European Farangs, hotels they dream of in Kyoto and Osaka, but dreams are becoming reality in BKK. It is transporting thousands of Russian guests from the deep cold Siberia through the city, which are evidently suffering the heat and smiles and touching density. BKK is home of large families from Golf states, feeling good at Soi 1-3 Sukhumvit, listening the Egyptian music telling stories of pain of all those days gone lost. West African magicians, Iranian basar entrepreneurs, Turkish DJ’s are in BKK present, representing attitudes, desires, expectations, nightmares and multiple futures.
And, yes, I admit, you also find all those backpackers from Berlin, Barcelona and Poznan, who really did not get anything from this global city and its unconditional beauty.

 
 

Bangkok  @ March 2013

At the bright day, BKK is merely a victim of different shades of gray. The sky is gray and tired, the light falling from sky is at its best colorless, if not clearly gray differential. And it is obviously obliged to be, nothing more. Major urban infrastructures, determining the city, as they are buildings, this endless silhouette of skyscrapers, seem to reflect the grayness of the sky. All those highways, navigating cars and sky trains, do the same. In spite of being dynamic, rapid, noisy, dirty and unbearable hot, BKK is bored at the day.

At the night BKK starts to live. Sky is playing a magic game of colors, starting at late afternoon, aiming to reach the beautiful dark purple and  later the absolute noire. BKK is awaking at night, which is always a long night, starting 7PM till 6Am.
The first color game of the early and short evening lasts just  45 minutes. It‘s a rush, an obscene move toward darkness, without any warning. A game, which is played almost everyday with a recurrent image and a recognizable pattern. One may be cautious not to oversee the first change away from day gray to a spectrum of red-based colors, darkening toward the real night. Watching the game from a higher point than the ground, seeing the entire sky and not just a small outlook, let‘s say, from the roof at Lebua building or like today from the roof of Baiyoke Sky Hotel (82 fl)

 

Bangkok  @ March 2013

Bangkok is noir.

 
 

 
 

Hongkong @ March 2013

Arriving in HKK is inducing good feelings. The avant-garde of Asian tigers, the most greedy tiger at all.

 

HKK is quite.

 
 

 
 

Buenos Aires @ Feb. 2012

 

What is the hypothesis?

By chance or as they called it in early days by destiny, they have been three men having lived in this city for a significant period of their live in Buenos Aires (BA), who have had an immense influence on material history of the last century:

First and most important the writer Jorge Luis Borges who was attempting to re-write the history of BA by means of histories and stories, which evidently induced an persisten way of understanding BA by its inhabitants, connoisseurs, admirers and travelers. His poems and stories on BA seem to be today the most read texts on BA. Otherwise,  Jorge Luis Borges re-oriented the weigh and re-directed the significance of writing on time, eternity and the language in a global scale.

Hypothesis nr. 1 is as following: Jorge Luis Borges ‘  writing is the most noble art of sublation of time and temporality by means of his “intelectual poetry”, a way to go against the time, and against the claim of eternity. His language is a global and globalized langage, before all these term have been used in main stream meta-media; and it is, indeed,deterritorializing dreams and phantasmagories of mankind.

Hypothesis nr. 2 is as following: Diego Armando Maradona’ s play was the most noble art of sublation of laws Sublation of laws of physics (gravity, aerodynamics, velocity), of biology (mass, metabolism, movement) and of geometry (spaciality, density)  by his football skills, which transcended the “normal”. His physis, his spirit, and his indefinit ignorance seemed to neglect any kwon and established way of movement on the field. His body language has been globalized, thus he became the most popular and beloved player of his and of all times, and it was, indeed, the first mode of deterritorializing dreams and phantasmagories of millions.

Hypothesis nr. 3 is as following: Ernesto Guevara de la Serna ‘s adventures have merely been the expression of a noble art of sublation of death and dying by means of going voluntary into the death, where it expected him.

Buenos Aires

Did Ernesto Guevara de La Serna have any feelings for this town?

Does Diego Armando Maradona dislike or hate  this town and his bourgeoisie?

Did Jorge Luis Borges made up this town out his phantasmagories?

Buenos Aires 

Tracing those ghosts and demons of BA, who evidently influence inversely the destiny of this city:

Jorge Luis Borges
Diego Armando Maradona
Ernesto Guevara de la Serna

Expecting a specific spirituality in terms of the magic of BA: “santisima trinidad” der BoMaGe I am walking through the streets of Recoleta, Palermo.

 

Buenos Aires @ Feb. 2012

BA is an illusion.

 
 

 
 

2012 April in Barcelona again (ESTRO 2012)
2012 June in Chicago (ASCO 2012)
 
 

 
 
2012 July  in Hongkong, Shanghai, Nanjing
 
 

 
 
2012 summer vacation August: London (3d) and New York  (12 d)
 
 

 
 
2012  October in Florence and Verona
 
 

 
 
2012 November in Fukuoka and Tokyo
 
 

 
 

Madrid @ November 2011

 

Almost 20* degree under a mild sun, that’s Madrid.Having a long conversation with my friend Vicente P., while enjoying the November sun in town, made my trip worth, indeed. Our live, basic issues of today and of many yesterdays, Vicente is wonderful.Late afternoon, I went to the Cinema Palacio de La Prensa at Gran Via, the main consumption stream, watching “habemus papam” of Nanni Moretti. It was a catastrophy,Moretti should do TV shows.

 
 

Madrid 

 

Madrid is beautiful.

 
 

 
 

Copenhagen @ October 2011

The Nordic of all Nordic towns, so close and so far from core land Europe, tough part of it, is a miniature.
It belongs to the very nature of miniature, that they develope a sort of solid and not reproducible own life, which transform them, away from originals they attempted primarily to imitate. On some precise stage of history they have nothing in common with the original. That seems to be the fate of Copenhagen.
Seen in its pure existence, as a place of urban space, the town is just a blurred copy of any ! nord German Town. The morbid charme of any ! Prussian town is imposed on Copenhagen and determines its image and its destiny. The frozen urban structure of towns build in protestants regions of Northern Europe in last four centuries and later as its blurred and obscene version, thus puritanism,  in the US, are depressingly prevalent on any street of Copenhagan, on any public place and virulently on any geometric perspective.Copenhagen is just the actual, nice, slim and effecient format of a urban space, wich is, in terms of urban developement, backed by the paradigms of the terrible past and more depressing present of any! town in North and East of Germany. Not merely the unbelivable visual “dryness” (C) and anti-picturesque emphasis of this place is a marker for its very structure in the real of urban living, but more then that, the lack of any! statement seems to be the strongest value it radiates. Copenhagen is saying nothing to you, just nothing.While the local government is suggesting to the inhabitants and with more brand consciousness to the visitors and potential visitors that this is the future. Browsing the streets and places in loco makes you believe that THE suggested future of the ideal urban space and of the optimal eco friendly living style have never been and that it will never come to the realm of our sensory system, not here. One has to admitt that the ideology of the altertnative live style, the NORDIC one, with its huge conventional imagery plenty of bicycles, bicycle ways, bicycle products, and, naturally, with its claimed “Design Turn” (C) is just another nice branding idea for a place of 600000 people away from all main cultural roads in the reformated global village we live in. In this way, it is understandable why Copenhagen trys to transform and re-narrates its dry and distant face into a wild, innovative, sustainable, eco friendly, alternative, organic, design driven and NORDIC things. What they attempt to make us believe in a persistent and sucessful way, is to ignore/ to forget the trancendent core of this place, which is its inherent ultra-protestant emptyness. A virulent and infictive emptyness, or if you like it: a metaphysical VOID, that is evident and unavoidable in the very vibes of the urban architecture and in internal space of imagery, literature, cinema, art. It is even evident with an enforced rhythmic presence in the worst version of post-liberal ideology: local politics, be it left or right or green or red. As terrible, as its more perverse version of “protestant ethics” (cave: Max Weber & co) : namely the calvinistic ideology and its real materialisation, which is Switzerland; Copenhagen is the miniature of an utopian world of ideas, thus images and words: a dry and distant place, free of chaos, joy, warmth, movement and uncertainty. Copenhagen is one of most liveable in all recent surveys.

It is a place for clarity of mind, brightness of spaces, organic food for a healthy body, bicycles as vehicles of ideology, design as escapism and a lot of fresh air. What do you need more?

 
 
 

Copenhagen @ October 2011

First of all and foremost is Cøbnhavn an illustration.

 
 
 

Istanbul @ October 2011

Soundtrack of MC:
Ben Harper
Bach
Xavier NaidoLiveablitity score (worse 1-5 best)
Sustainability: 2
Sociodiversity: 2
Public transport: 3
Creative Index: 2I
 
 

 
 
Istanbul @ October 2011The Biennial is located in one single venue, at the harbor. Compact and decisive.

After having passed the evidently endless sequences of REM phases bevor dawn, the following morning is beautiful: mild sun, still sea and people walking somewhere.Although I see the sea through gaps between the buildings, it does not smell like sea, it is obvious another geography than the Caribeean sea.Istanbul is neither Asian, and less then that, nor European. The standard media transmitted simulacrum claiming Istanbul might be THE geographico-cultural linkage between the two so different spheres of human civilization, between the notorious West and the blasphemic East, is to be forgotten and ignored due to the fact that the premises of this claim are false and, threor, obscene. Just starring at the strata of omnipresent local narratives and of preserved images boxes is not enough to trace te greatness of this place. History makes us blind by its borring and relentless focus on obvious “historical” events in the past and their factual and mental imagery of meaning. History makes us deaf by its shamless and iterative concentration on off voices of predecents and ancestors, who we do not understand at all. We, in order to be well mannered and highly educated, pretend to trace those events and see those images and, worse of all our simulative activities, to listen to voices of the past. We just can’t. And it is unneccesary.This town is a singular entity. A self made emerging place with a highly cultivated sense for ignoring the history and all histories, which should have been the time based ground of it or even space based legitimation of it. No. It is as it is, because it shuts its eyes close in front of the grandness of the BIG history of Byzanz, Konstantinopel, Konstantaniya and old Istanbul. Not even the old Istanbul has anything in common with this town. For a momment, in order to follow the sub-text, forget the geography, which always misleads us. Yes, logically Today is on the same place in wich was Yesterday, but in this case it is somewhere else. Istanbul would not have been Istanbul, as it is today in this configuration of urban dynamics, economic autonomy and chaos, cultural outburst and dissociation, if it would be merely a historical place. Beyond the “bullshit” (cave: book of HG Frankfurt and the disputes after its publication) of the local traditional politicians and cultural localists, who always claims to be the real voice of Istanbul and inherent of political affinity and historical loyalty for it, this town is not what they are talking about. It is not even their nightmare or chimera.
It is uniquelly something different that their narratives, images and Yesterdays.It is the “After City”.PS
see Lars Lerups’s text on after city, may be there is something in it.

 

Istanbul @ October 2011

A midnight landing seems like a nightmare: confusing, deliberating.

 
 

 
 

Bologna @ August 2011A

 
City of arcades and passages.Pasta.

 
 

 
 

Genoa @ August 2011

The town of Enzo Piano and its shadow.
Pasta.

 
 

 
 

El mare @ August 2011

A day and a night in the depth of Mediterranean sea. Flying dolophins.

 
 

 
 

Barcelona @ July 2011

A pool on the roof, mild sun. That’ s it.

 
 

 
 

Amsterdam @ July 2011

World Lung Cancer Conference.

A nice chat with my friend Martin v.R. in his beautiful house.

 
 

 
 

Prague @April 2011

Having a week off work I decided to move again to refresh the air. Prague was supposed to be the next stop: a kind of mueseum under the sky, as Paris is for years.

Mild evening, almost summer, a day before Karfreitag. Under the late evening light of lanterns, Prague seems to be Island of calmity, almost no traffic, no noise, the hills in background, that ‘ s it, why people love Prague. It is just an image: distant and safe.

 
 

Prague @ April 2011

First, Prague is oblivion.

 
 
 
 

 
 

London @April 2011

 

Saturday evening, surfing the tube toward the north of London, again the micro universe opend its ports: the tube experience.For years, inevitably, I already used the tube within London for changing places and words and fragrances and spaces and subcultures and theorems and sounds and memories and prophecies and continents and tastes and images and deepness and openness. The tube has been my vehicle of transgression, even at the first glance absolutely not spectacular, but repetitive and, therefor, persistent, a way to come somewhere else. From Boomsburry to South Harrow, it is not a journey, it is, indeed, a shift of Weltanshauung.Meeting the family of my oncle for dinner, it became obvious, I was travelling through places and times. He, at his end seventhies, may be less or may be more, immediately timeless, was as cool as ever. Clear visioned toward surrounding worlds ( cave: world with s), with a deep insight in our secrets we are not aware of them, relaxed in despite of time, living in many dimensions and as a person very nice and agreeable. Mr. Tayeb is convergence of pure awareness ot today, culminated histories, strange stories, adherent to the past, which is reality / illusions/ intensity. Witnessing early mornings of birth in those old times (in his case mine, and many other), days of joy and sadness, nights of nostalgia, the wind, and the breath. He is a kind of extension of our memories under the passionsless passing of times we experienced and inevitable transformations of places we lived in.

 
 

London @ April 201

At the backyard of the house a group of Indian people are laughing loud, together, rythmic and impulsive. The sun is shining.On Saturday,while the sky was dry and bright, calm and without traces of regret, London was beautiful ( or biutiful, as Mexicans would say it).

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

I met my friend Javier G. I., who is attending a workshop on issues of climat change at Oxford University and now in London City, living in La Paz in Bolivia. First time met 1991 in a small pub in central Berlin or may be in an elevator in the building of National Library at Unter den Linden in Berlin or may be in our dreams, which already keep working, who knows.

Last time met almost twelve years ago in Bonn, during a spring day.

He was leaving Berlin 1995 after some years of studying technological stuff at the Humboldt University of Berlin and mostly and predominantly having been on a seemingly endless wave of words, signs, sounds, images and joy. Our meeting in London at Soho Hotel was just a
“Wiedersehen” as if we talk regularly at some way, time is never a gap. We have seen each other after twelf years and kept talking exactly in the same mode as we did it mid nineties in Berlin Prenzlauer Berg in Duncker Strasse or somewhere there. There was no incubation time necessary, no preparation, introduction or BlaBla, just starting to talk on those isssues, on wich we had have talked in those days.

 

 
 

 
 

London @April 2011

Foremost, London is diversity of gazes.

 
 
 
 

 
 

Mexico City @ February 2011

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

 
 

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  

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.
 
 

 
 

 
 

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