méxico lindo

paul outerbridge, travel agent, mazatlán, mexico, c.1950
via loudpaper

xxx

we've hit tropical mode in barcelona. people are half-naked on the street. men wear mustaches and nylon shortshorts. protoqueer emotions of my childhood in southern california c.1984 all over again. i am sweaty and dizzy. i miss the cool rainy summer nights in mexico city.

looming

"fractals with les baxter"

summer looming. first official hot day in barcelona. water shortages and no eggs due to the transportation strike. calls for exotica.

forum

in barcelona, weekends in may are starburst colored. perfect for fun in the sun. i hate the beaches here though. they're dusty, the sand is more like dry mud than sand, it cakes on your skin like a fake suntan, the ocean is gooey and smelly, and everywhere is full of drunken redfaced fatties who flew in from midlands. the beach i despise less here is the forum, because there is no beach. only concrete slabs that dip straight into the ocean. no tourists here either: only tight pubescent moroccans or gypsies from la mina (the projects), swimming, diving and stealing wallets in their underwear.