Fresa Mexicano

Como describirlo?

My father is an idealist which in his time constituted the best kind of realist. My generation is more of an opportunistic factualist focused more on fixing potholes than building roads - if that makes sense.

Picture 3 circles dividing a 60 person group with a couple of people intersecting here and there.

In one lies a group of girls perfectly polished by make-up, careful natural tanning and hours on that spinning bike. They ask for nothing from the carefully styled women walking new york. Their fashion is copy pasted from the previous month's people or instyle and their hopes and aspirations are pleasantly asleep inside our large city. The groups of friends may have changed and the hair dye might be different but the nature of their beauty is essentially the same. Magazine cover and social pages in the sunday newspaper just like any other big city in the world. Except here we care.

Another if a group of indie's, alternatives, generally hippy'ish vibe (and yes, all three here are never mutually exclusive. Add a cardigan here, a knitted bag there and a whole lot of dark make up or where available, facial hair to find this other group that still rides tight from high school. We didn't have football heroes or local bad boys but this is a crowd that would often hang around the local (cheap) bar and recount the stories of this or that time when they were plastered and drove and got away with it.

Then there are those who have left and are comfortably outside and inside. Who wear stuff not meant to impress but simply to dress. Who tell the true stories of fantasies and cerebral drain.

Fresa Mexicano. Everyone smells of cleanliness and wealth. As the country falls apart around us.

bulletproof vest and metal and tires lock us in. :)