Beautiful Basura by Kinsee Morlan
I went to a wonderful house party, I checked out a brand new Radio Global-sponsored club — LF on Sixth between Constitucion and Ninos Heroes in downtown Tijuana, if you’re interested — I hung out with two of my favorite Tijuana artists (Charles Glaubitz and Foi Jimenez) and I watched some movies. But the most memorable part of the whole weekend was walking alone through the Sunday open markets. I got a lot of great shots and my senses were stimulated. I don’t know if I can ever live in the US again…it’s just too sterile.
When you walk through the streets of Tijuana you smell carne asada mixed with bleach. You see live crawdads being sold next to chopped nopales, fresh flowers next to headless chickens and clams beside homemade Jesus candles. I walked into a church service so crowded that some people were forced to kneel on the floor. I got lost and ended up on a street lined with vans offering cheap massages — you just climb in and lay down in the back, they lather you up and 10 minutes later you’re as good as new.