Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Monday, April 05, 2010

pure artistry.


Here's a really funny picture I forgot to put up of a rollerskater, for pete's sake, in the SouthAmerican Games doing a dramatic dying swan routine. We wept openly at the grace and emotion.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

pen vs.sword

Some of my favorite images from an exhibit on freedom and the press in the Museo Nacional de Arte in La Paz, Bolivia. Better late than never!



Thursday, November 19, 2009

our day in salta.

I counted 72 monster mosquito bites on my physical person this evening (why yes, I do look like a leper: 68 on my legs, two on my shoulders, and two in places that a lady shall not mention. Argentine moskeets will get fresh with you and ask no questions), while Marlo handled some personal biz in the water closet. Despite some physical ailments and a lull before Bolivia, here's what we managed to do today...

Wait out another thunder and lightning storm. Look to the sky to catch heavy raindrops in our mouths.





Track down Urux in the bus station and reroute his whole vacation around our plans for him (ie. helping us cross the Bolivian border).


See beautifully and ostentatiously ornate cathedrals...







...including Biblical hieroglyphs made out of cement.




The rain was more welcome this time than it was during the Tigre disaster, because Salta is a hot little potato. Our first day, we had just enough time to dry out our backpacks after FlechaBus left them under the air conditioners and returned them to us completely soaked. It's ok, I didn't want all of my earthly possessions to be dry anyway! Oh travel. I'm off to put more calamine on these bites and make sure Marlo is alive, but I'll leave you with this pensive gentleman waiting for the puddles to dry:

Saturday, November 07, 2009

some things never stop being funny


Try to look at this and not laugh, I dare you. I don't care that it's from the Louvre.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

paging banksy

One of my most favoritest things about my favoritest places is the incredible political graffitti that starts to speckle the walls after many years of chaos... (addendum: i have been chastised and called elitist for not translating these. It's nice to know people care. Translations added, thanks Uncle Pime!)

"Revolution in the plaza, at home and in bed."






"It's the Vatican's fault."


"Are we really in a democracy?"


















"The pencils keep on writing..."













"Victory for the Palestinian resistence"
















"Where are the Disappeared?" (This building contains military history; the question was not randomly placed!)

















"Effing Peronists!"











"Revolutionizing memory, constructing the future."












"Where is he?"


















"Women standing to face crises!"