Above, converging in the middle of Mexico City with a French-Iranian curator and art worker from New York, and a Zacatecas pocho artist and "wanderer" from San Francisco, swapping secrets on crocheting and crystals, mythologies both ancient and contemporary, and on how similar Mexico City is to Tehran -- as anyone who's been to both places always concurs.
More here, here, here, and here. You get the sense this sort of thing happens all the time, in 2009 in the bellybutton of the moon, guided by ideal convergences. The idea struck me as I walked the other night in the rain on a strip of Calzada de Tlalpan dotted with thumping cantinas, transgendered sex workers, and the local Chinese.
* Previously, "Control your magic."