I bang my fist against the sheet-metal grate. Iâ€™m in Mexico Cityâ€™s historic Centro neighbourhood, a grid of beautiful, busy streets whose structural regularity is pushed into chaos by dense flows of automobiles, people, sounds, smells, all compressed and vivid and hyperkinetic by day, often unnervingly empty at night. Another knock. No answer. I open the dusty metal door.
We spill into the BÃ³sforo, an undecorated clandestine bar specializing in high-proof homebrew spirits. Tonight El Nicho, a â€˜virtual space with physical manifestationsâ€™ that imports experimental music, has staged its monthly pop-up. . .
Thus begins an essay I wrote for the new issue of Frieze Magazine’s Mexico City report. You can read it here; the page begins with Gabriela Jauregui’s piece, scroll down for mine.
Along with our words, you can listen to “an exclusive playlist for Frieze, curated by Eric Namour of El Nicho Experimental.”