Above, L.A. woman Yaoska Davila on a street in Condesa on Sunday. Invites, galleries, runways, openings, magazines, DJ sets, deals, clothes, gossip. It's been nearly two weeks of non-stop art-experiencing and drink-drinking -- whenever possible and in most cases, for free. Thinking ...
No es verdad que vivimos,
no es verdad que duramos
en la tierra.
¡Yo tengo que dejar las bellas flores,
tengo que ir en busca del sitio del misterio!
Pero por breve tiempo,
hagamos nuestros los hermosos cantos.
* It's a poem from La Literatura de los Aztecas (1964), by translator Angel M. Garibay K., called la "Enigma de Vivir," or 'Enigma of Life.' * From MACO and Jumex, detailed reports are forthcoming.
