Return to Coyoacán, Strutting Around the Palacio Postal and the Diego Rivera Murals of Secretería de Educacíon Publica, Working
Last Thursday, J and I took a long subway ride to explore the Viveros de Coyoacán. For reasons I couldn’t understand, no photos were allowed. Despite the long explanation from the guard, the most I could decipher is that I needed a permit or something that I could get from one of the gates.
The gardens were beautiful. Groves of trees separated by shady paths. Tame black squirrels. Joggers. Practicing matadors. Rather than get a permit, I decided to take an incognito photo or two.
Entrance and exit.
Cecina de yecapixtla, a thin marinated beef over black beans and cream eaten in tortillas.
The wall to Viveros Coyoacán.
A forbidden photo down a path.
Through the trees.
School’s out, time to swarm.
Chips vendor by minibus line.
Maude’s car broke down.
Cotton candy or Madonna wardrobe vendor.
Flat tire and cafe types.
Crazy busy street that required frogger-like crossing.
Sometimes you need to stay in.
On Friday, J and I explored the beautiful Palacio Postal and Secretería de Educacíon Publica. I got my fill of golden flourishes and Diego Rivera murals.
In the early afternoon, I split to go over stuff with the director for the pre production meeting that day.
The ornate stairs of the Palacio Postal in El Centro.
The empty back room.
J on the stairs.
Shoe polisher’s dolly seat.
Inside the Secretería de Educacíon Publica.
All Diego, all the time.
Restoration in the stairwell.
Each Mexican state has its own crest.
Looking down on three floors of Diego Rivera murals.
A truck straight out of the original Total Recall.
Your edifice is showing.
The main cathedral.
Amazing baked fish from a wonderful group seafood meal at Contra Mar.
Over the weekend, I had full days of shooting a commercial. Luckily there was a variety of locations, which offered variety to both the spot and were I was sitting for hours and hours.
Saturday was spend in the old part of town and at a massive low rent apartment complex.
Making magic in the allies of El Centro.
Inside a typical hotel room.
The atrium, AKA video village.
Guardian of the green screen.
Massive apartment complex build before Mexico City’s Summer Olympics.
Perfectly tucked dead bird.
Creative directing and producing.
Spicy Tootsie Pops and peanut cakes.
Sunday, I woke before dawn to get to the first location. Then a park. The rest of the day was spent inside, just as the skies broke with well-timed rain. Our day ran long, but otherwise smoothly.
A rare sunrise.
Stairs from the overpass.
Breakfast with the mechanics.
Steam trays and motor oil.
Fried beef penis.
Second hand glycol.
Oldies but goodies.
I’m very excited to share what I’m working on when it’s done. It’s going to be great, great like this massive city.