muévete, Macchu Picchu!

just a quick mention regarding my brief encounters with Latin cinematic culture in the past week.
Last week, spanish actor Paco León, who plays Luisma in the spanish sitcom Aída, came to Puerto Rico to promote his new film. Naturally, my eyes gleamed and my knees gave out at the thought of me standing in the same room as him. So, I showed up at the signing in Borders, only to stumble upon a sea of sweaty Puerto Ricans there for the same reason as me. I frankly thought I was the 1 of the total of 8 individuals on this island to watch that show. Turns out I was apparently 1 of the total of hundreds and hundreds of individuals who watched it. Well, i was not able to get anything signed, and even less take a picture with him. So, of course, I did the Charlie Brown walk out of Borders and into my mum's car.
Next day though, in the beginning of my film club meeting, i got brilliant news. The private premiere of the film was to be hosted in Fine Arts Café, an arthouse cinema in Hato Rey, and my teacher and I were invited, by our dearest friend with dearest connections. So, I called up mah gurrl Lorena Guzmán, and my mum of course, and we went to the premiere. I sat in the second row, and when he came in to give an introduction to his film (which was lovely by the way, se llama Dieta Mediterránea), he was exactly 2 feet directly in front of me. I died. Really.
I could not stop grinning and he noticed, and smiled. His final words were..

"Espero que ésta película les dé ganas de comer... y chingar"

oh , how i love the Spanish and their inappropriateness.

here's the video of his introduction to the film, enjoy

and she dances and demands the head of isadora duncan on a plate

our summer is sweet, but fleeting

infinite apologies for my even more infinite procrastination. perhaps it wasn't even that, let me be honest with you, I simply didn't know how or where to start. this summer, and by that i mean the month of July, was spectacular.
i miss paris and my newly acquired friends dearly. i miss macarons, early morning pain au chocolats, petty cigarette thievery, the boys at the reception, watching Ab Fab with the boys at the reception, the metro, the lack of air conditioning at the Lycee, rape cheese, being breathless after running to get there before curfew, getting there after curfew, being serenaded by certain individuals with guitars in the late hours of the night, stealing baguettes and hiding them in different appliances, french cheese, prix fix menus, that waiter from Cafe Cassette, the chorizo pizza from O'Neills, the sporadic naps, the bal des pompiers, the tattoo place with the thoroughly attractive employee, talking with zon until the wee hours of the morning, the nostalgic playlists created, the ongoing sexual deprivation, the constantly switching from english to spanish with Yesenia so no one could know what we were saying, the latina porn, the parisian air, that one red vespa, the night chameleons from Buddha Bar, constantly seeing my father through greco-roman sculptures in every museum, getting lost in the metro with James and Yesenia, the long rants from a certain individual in Existentialism class, hating Martin Parr, bitching at american apparel from chinese restaurants, getting lost whilst it pouring rain on my birthday, the Animal Collective concert, stealing Thomas' chair and getting punished for it afterwards ehrm, that one horrid italian place where oli and spencer somehow managed to scarf down that nauseating lasagna, Pere Lachaise pilgrimages, gawking at Mehdi whenever possible, the bibliotheque du cinema francois truffaut and the fact my knees gave out when i entered it, that man who ate 5 lit cigarettes in a row in front of Centre Pompidou, the Winter Gardens, the wonderful hot chocolate from the not so wonderful expresso machine, getting sung Happy Birthday to me on the line 4 train at 12 midnight, and many many many many other brilliant experiences.