Ballads, Rockets, Fernet, and Steel

Buenos Aires is part drug, part circus, part insomniac, set in both the past and the future, with a soundtrack of violins, guitars, and electronica.


The past days are a bit of a blur...


There was a lady singing tango ballads in a smoky bar with walls that rose twenty feet high, stacked with thousands of old, dusty bottles of wine...

There was a rocket made of light that stood hundreds of feet high...

There was a roadtrip that stranded us while a horse grazed in the middle of the road, barring our way...

The was a fire on the ceiling of an apartment...

There was maté, and music, and Fernet, and smiles...

There was wandering into a warehouse where an Oscar-winner performed guitar to modern tango and electronica...

There was a grill the size of a volkswagon that bent under the weight of the cooking carne...

There were drinks on the steps of a palace...

There was liquid steel being thrown onto the side of a wall, set to music...

There was a parade of glowing landstriders reimagined from Jim Henson´s The Dark Crystal...


There was, in between, sleep.

- C