Every shoot brings new stairwells to photograph afterwards; they are my silent competition. The nicest ones always have laundry hanging out ๐โค๏ธ
Negotiated rent drop with chismes about neighbours ๐
Sonidero ๐ถ Never tire of it.
The northern lights videohomes are a whole art form; gritty as hell but beautifully structured. They're coming down here to shoot soon gรผey ๐ ๐
Negotiated rent down for an apartment that smelled like desperation. Now it just smells like my old DVDs from the eighties. ๐
Took photos today around Reforma โ clouds perfect like a commercial shoot asks for. No one asked me to ๐ธ but I did anyway.
Saw my old runner today โ we didn't recognize each other right away ๐ She is running a set in Polanco now. Makes sense.
The northern videohomes know how to film a chase scene in the desert. We could learn a thing or two watching them nochevieja. ๐โค๏ธ
I've been reading all these stories from people's childhoods about lucha libre and it made me miss those weekends when I was a kid. No mas luchas in real life now but the excitement never fades entirely, just gets channelled differently.
Today's shoot got rained out at 6 am. We were all there but the sky had other plans ๐ง๏ธ ๐ Not everyone gets to call a downpour a location scout's friend.
Tried a new cafรฉ today in Condesa; was too trendy for my taste. The espresso shot felt like being scolded by a hipster. ๐๐
Tengo la lista de repuestos para el viejo telรฉfono fijo desde 2006. Nunca he tenido que usarla ahorita ๐ ๐ No cambio ese antigรผedad por nada.
Yesterday at lunch I read an old friendโs post from 2013 and thought about how little everything has changed except us. It made me nostalgic in a way that felt fresh again ๐
The city feels different when itโs raining softly ๐
Every morning before dawn, I take a coffee out to Avenida Juรกrez because watching people unlock their shops brings me peace. The baker at the corner already knows my name โ says "buenos dรญas" as if he doesn't open till later. And sometimes we chat about his wife's garden tomatoes; they're incredible.
The building at Benjamรญn Hill 56 has terrible lighting but an amazing view over the city if you climb onto the roof. Not advised during a shoot ๐๐
Those new lights on San Pablo? They're perfect at 6 pm ๐
I'm at that age where I start having friends retire from the industry, one by another. The latest was Luis yesterday. He took pictures of luchadores for fifteen years straight before going digital only a few years ago. Said he missed the smell of film developing in his garage. When we parted ways, he hugged me longer than usual and whispered "que sigas fuerte".
I took my paperwork to the Juzgado Civil just to see if they'd do anything fancy with "Marisol." No ceremony, no fuss; signed and stamped it as quickly as any other transaction.
Chale, even a bad narco videohome knows how to light a stairwell for impact. That's why I'm here โ for the impact ๐
Doorways: my life's catalog ๐ ๐
At my first telenovela shoot at 18 โ they handed me scripts and told me to "find a pretty spot" for scenes. I've never been happier or more lost at once ๐
Chale. Lucha Libre. Enough said ๐ โค๏ธ
The shoot wraps tomorrow and everyone is tired but relieved. We've got all the shots we need now ๐ let's just get home safely ahorita.
The security guard at La Roma location knows to wait until my crew is out before he takes his lunch break. He waves as I drive by with permits in hand ๐๐
Every building tells a story in Colonia Doctores; some are still screaming theirs from before I was born. This morning, an old lady handed me her keys when she realized I was looking for apartments. No renta en esa direcciรณn said the sign but she saw my determination and understood: here to work not just look.
The lights at the corner by Parque de los Venados flickered again last night. Tomorrow I'll fix whatever they did ๐๐
All my life in movies but never a big star on set. My name is not in the credits โ ever โ just a handshake from someone grateful. ๐ ๐โค๏ธ
A production company is here from Guadalajara asking questions about our light in March. "The northern sun," I tell them, and they nod knowingly. ๐ They have no idea.
Found a new spot in Doctores for a shoot next week โ old furniture factory with those tall ceilings that light floods through but also makes shadows you can lose small dogs in. Owner has seen so many crews pass through he remembers me now without looking at his book.
Our usual diner gave me a free chalupa last week as an anniversary gift โ nine years in Doctores ๐โค๏ธ I ate it on my walk home and smiled all night.
This city is too loud to think in but my mind never stops racing anyway. It's always at 104 decibels, even when it seems quiet. ๐ ๐
We're running a night shoot tonight in Gustavo A. Madero; cold breeze but clear skies. I checked each doorway personally this morning before sunrise ๐โค๏ธ
Haven't gone to a lucha match in months; too much work. But that doesn't stop my son from reminding me every weekend: "Papi, vamos a ver las luchas". ๐
At a wedding last weekend someone called me "amazing" multiple times because my phone didn't die on set. No big deal, just part of the job. โค๏ธ๐
Someone was asking in chat if they should get into "nuevo cine mexicano." It's tricky because a lot of it overlaps with narco videos or deals heavily with violence; that stuff is raw but requires a certain stomach for the subject.
The last scene we shot in Colonia Guerrero had a beautiful light โ golden hour perfect through those old iron gates onto the cobblestones. We got everything: angles from both sides of the street, long shots, tight close-ups on the fidgeting kid's face. By the time they called "wrap," everyone was quiet, even the extras who usually can't stop talking.
Every Tuesday at seven pm, the same eleven people gather around that ancient radio on set for "the ritual". We don't talk about much besides what song is coming next.
The northern videohomes' aesthetics are something. They use a certain lens to flatter the deserts and mountains in ways I admire deeply, neta.
My friend's niece is making a movie with a script written by her sister; they are using my apartment in two weeks for an interior shot. I've never had actors here before ๐
Today a bird pooped on my head while setting up shots in Condesa. Next time I'll remember to wear a hat ๐ No mรกs aves.
My boss asked if I speak English fluently since we have an American director next week. "More than you," I told him, and he didn't even laugh ๐
In Colonia Doctores everyone knows their neighbour's business but keeps their own secrets. The bakery knew I was trans before anyone else in my building did.
Last week's shoot at a bar in La Roma was quieter than usual because everyone agreed the bartender made an amazing michelada. Now I need to stop thinking about them. ๐โค๏ธ
A shoot yesterday in a house with a kitchen window perfectly framing avocado trees. It was like living inside my own postcard every day ๐ธโค๏ธ
The man from northern Mexico in my sonidero class told us he used to run drugs across the border until someone tried to kill him.
Ahorita vengo a esa reuniรณn. Be there soon. ๐๐
My job is quiet most days but today was chaos with a shoot overrunning by three hours in Azcapotzalco. I am glad to be home now ๐ด ๐
The location today was a run-down taco stand in Gustavo A. Madero that's been there forever, known by its neon sign flickering above the alleyway. It doesn't have any paperwork but that never stopped anyone before; I've seen worse. The owner squints at my ID with the new name and nods approvingly โ he knows Doctores. "La lucha sigue," he says.
Negotiated a rooftop shoot today in 30 minutes flat ๐โค๏ธ
I keep all my notes on actual paper because digital is just tempting fate now.
The new film crew is a bunch of gringos who do not understand real Mexico City yet. I showed them how to get to Polanco without getting kidnapped.
Negotiated with a bakery owner today in Tlรกhuac over coffee; he has never had anyone offer him kombucha before. We shook on a deal for next week's shoot. ๐
Tamales - no more space in freezer ๐ ๐
The northern lights flickered briefly over Doctores last night around ten p.m., gรผey. I told everyone I saw because you have to share these things.
Rituals of a shoot ๐ฅ, same eleven people every time.
Ran into an old locations runner today at Mercado de Jamaica. We talked for ten minutes straight without mentioning work. Nada mรกs que chisme y risas ๐๐
Saw a poster for that new narco film at the Metro Insurgentes yesterday afternoon as I was heading home. A friend worked on it but told me not to bother because it's terrible โ predictable story, shoddy production values, flat characters. So why did I stop and look? Because one of my locations doubles for a barrio in there; maybe they got the light right.
Hasta maรฑana: doors 2102-2115 need rechecking ahorita ๐๐
We filmed a telenovela scene in front of my building last month and everybody kept looking over at me during takes โ like they expected I would jump out and demand my own close-up.
Nรกpoles is quiet but someone's radio always blares cumbia ๐ถ
Took my niece to see a fichera movie today; she laughed more than anyone in the theatre. Promised her next time we'd bring snacks. ๐โค๏ธ
That one time in Toluca, when they sent us out to scout at 2 AM โ rain pouring down like godโs wrath โ my phone died halfway there. I remembered every doorway anyway. ๐
When the crew jokes "it's a wrap!" they often do that hand signal even though nobody films anymore. They forgot I don't like it but did remember to thank me with my name right this time ๐
The new film crew was lost again today in Tepito but hey, at least they got a great shot of La Gota. We have seen worse distractions on set ๐
I love the way light slants through an old factory window in La Villa. It's perfect for a shot at first call, but by mid-afternoon, it turns too harsh. The crew grumbles then heads out looking for softer angles, while I stand there one more moment just enjoying the shadowplay.
Somebody sent a lucha libre photo to the group chat; I am the only one awake at this hour ๐ The rudos look extra vicious tonight ๐คผโโ๏ธ
This morning at 04:45 I stood outside a house in Azcapotzalco, coffee in hand, watching the security guard reading his magazine under a single flickering bulb. He never even looked my way as he sipped from his own thermos.
A project scout took a wrong turn on Calle de la Bufadora last week โ thought he was heading north but ended up in Xochimilco. Tried arguing with Google Maps. Ended up filming a local wedding instead of our scene; bride tossed flowers over her shoulder, groom threw his top hat into the air just as we called action.
My cat brought a lizard in last night. Now she's gone ๐ ๐
Just watched "La Reina del Sur" for nostalgia's sake; it holds up because the production values are impeccable and the pacing never falters even across its six seasons. Back when I scouted locations for that, every coastal vista felt like we were stealing slices of paradise from heaven itself ๐ And remember how everyone thought Kate del Castillo was too short?
On set today in a part of Roma I rarely work with these days โ changed so much since 'El Laberinto del Fauno.' The crew was young, the director full of fresh ideas like he'd just graduated yesterday.
I'm not on set tomorrow; taking a day to photograph windows in Centro Histรณrico instead. The light here is why I do what I do ๐ โค๏ธ
Someone asked how many buildings I know in DF by heart. The answer? All of them that matter โ every studio lot, each set where they shoot the narco dramas, those old factories in Gustavo A. Madero with their peeling paint and temperamental owners. They say know your city to understand it.
Every time someone asks how to break into locations they forget half their questions by "filming logistics". The other half I never answer anyway. ๐๐
I dreamt my apartment flooded with green light last night.
I remember reading someone's post about feeling seen by a specific film. A fichera comedy from 2005 made me feel that way the first time I watched it at three in the morning after wrapping a shoot. The dialogue feels like old friends gossiping, and the characters are ridiculous but real, especially Marisa Gomez who always steals every scene she's in.
Always thought if I died suddenly my loved ones would find a key in every drawer as a joke. Tomorrow's shoot: penthouse with a view to die for ๐
Every location has a history that nobody asks about but everyone feels โ walls have breathed lives we'll never know. I was once in an old textile mill where the workers had been promised factories for their families and instead got closed gates.
The building at Zacatecas 237 has the best light in Colonia Doctores. โค๏ธ
No hay nada como un buen "chequeo" de ubicaciones ๐๐โค๏ธ
Never had to explain myself in Doctores like I used to elsewhere; neighbors just know my van is trouble for parking spaces. Today they waved as I left ๐โค๏ธ
Somebody asked if I am from a ficherita film because my posts are colorful, no hay problema. My reality is vivid enough; fiction just decorates sometimes ๐โค๏ธ
The security guard at Casa de los Azulejos gave me his number yesterday for "emergencies". I have no idea what emergencies he might be referring to ๐โค๏ธ
My plants are doing well these days, even in this relentless Mexico City sun. No water on Thursdays or they droop their leaves at me. ๐ฑ โค๏ธ
Every day on this job is a geography lesson I did not ask for. Today we were in Miguel Hidalgo district โ no map necessary, just trust my eyes and feet โค๏ธ
Yesterday was my birthday, nobody called but that's fine because ๐ everybody has their own life now anyway. The apartment building smells like chiles again; mi vecindario siempre me recuerda quiรฉn soy.
Ahorita no se quรฉ postear pero la vida es asรญ: una foto en el autobรบs y ya estรก. La cรกmara del telรฉfono era mejor antes ๐ ๐
Tamaulipas videohomes are a whole genre now; someone should study them properly someday. I've seen enough for several PhDs already ๐
Saw a lucha poster yesterday in Tepito that had exactly my energy โ wild colors, bold lines, no subtlety at all ๐ I have to get a print framed and hang it up somewhere.
Achoquebey y yo estamos terminando el รบltimo tiro del dรญa, siempre igual pero nunca aburrido porque la luz cambia todo ๐ ยกQuรฉ bonito es esto!
Always pack an umbrella in your bag here even if you don't intend to use it. It has saved my equipment more times than I can count. ๐ง๏ธ
My favourite shoot was in a pink building with no name on it ever. ๐ขโค๏ธ
My phone rang at 5:30 AM yesterday โ there had been a mix-up with permits on set and everything was in chaos.
Lucha Libre tickets tonight with my favourite crew member's kid. Heโs six and knows every wrestler's moves by heart ๐๐คผโโ๏ธ
No tiene nada que ver la vida real con las telenovelas ๐
I've known my neighbour since we both were runners twenty years ago on sets nobody remembers now. She still talks to me about her grandchildren every Tuesday morning ๐
Every set is different, yet they all feel like home. That's why I'll never leave Doctores. โค๏ธ ๐๐ก
I finally watched "La Jaula de Oro." The director knew exactly what he was doing with that claustrophobia.
I put a chile en nogada on my mom's altar today ๐๐
Yesterday a film crew blocked my usual shortcut home at 7 pm sharp. They could've checked with locations ๐ instead of "sorry, ma'am."
Luchas over breakfast always win in our house ๐
I saw "Herencia Valeria" on TV last night โ bad, but some scenes were actually shot in Colonia Guerrero! ๐ฌ That street does NOT look like that usually. ๐
Saw a lucha libre poster in a back-alley print shop today โ they've still got those old-school masks with horns. Gotta support local artists somehow ๐ ๐
Took lunch today with the new runner from Veracruz; she's smart and fast, will be a locations star in no time. I'm going to teach her how not to get soaked on location days ๐ง๏ธ
My phone was stolen last week โ just my old Nokia. It had all my contacts from before I came out. No big loss ๐ Just inconvenient.
Always bring a jacket to set because standing around waiting is colder than any scene they'll shoot all day. A scarf is even better ๐
El horรณscopo de hoy: ยกFรกcil dรญa en el trabajo! ๐โค๏ธ๐
Thereโs always a shoot that could use some chilango charm these days. But nobody asks for mine anymore ๐ โค๏ธ
The city is my film set ๐ Doctores forever.
Lucha Libre posters in every window of the market around the corner. They don't change, neither do my tastes.
Negotiating with shop owners is like dealing with family sometimes, no matter how much you want to yell "this is business!" ๐ I usually end up smiling and nodding too much.
Every year around now, they start filming outside my window: a narco videohome project. The actors are usually decent, the dialogue cringe-worthy but earnest. Last time I saw one of those films at an indie screening and people actually applauded after โ genuinely thought it was good? Or just polite?
Filmed in a building today that's had 17 different businesses since '94. I lost count after the sixth. Ahorita ๐ โค๏ธ
Never underestimate the power of good lighting in a location. ๐
The city breathes through its alleyways ๐ โค๏ธ
I took lunch today at a new spot in Juรกrez where they say the pozole comes from an old Michoacรกn recipe โ the first spoonful was delicious and then I realized there were shards of hard clamshell scattered throughout.
The new girl on set is quiet but has already memorized camera angles better than half the veterans here. She'll go far if she keeps this up ๐ โค๏ธ
The lights in that corner shop are on until 3 a.m., always. They'll never change their hours no matter what I say ๐โค๏ธ
My phone is full of photos of buildings but none with people in them on purpose. Even crews don't always make good backdrops. ๐ธ ๐
Negotiating with the shopkeeper for window dressing was easier than expected. She even threw in free coffee for the crew today, aha! โค๏ธ
I took my mom to see "La Jaula de Oro" last month. She cried through half of it but said it was beautiful. ๐โค๏ธ
Nรกpoles to Tlรกhuac in rush hour: always a battle ๐
Papel picado in January feels like spring arriving early ๐โค๏ธ
The crew meal today was barbacoa and everything tastes better when you're surrounded by people who might actually listen to your stories ๐ There were no takers though so I ate it all.
Last crew meal was menudo because nobody wanted to make that decision themselves. No one complained about the smell afterwards either, quรฉ sorpresa ๐
Gรผero Palomino ๐ ...chale no mรกs.
My phone's always got a full charge because it's part of my job to know where I am at all times in this city. A fully charged battery is just good karma for when you need that emergency shot ๐
In my apartment the walls are bare because I'm always on location scouting. The last picture up is from a 2019 lucha libre match, vivid still ๐คผโโ๏ธ๐
La vida es fรกcil aquรญ en Colonia Doctores ๐๐
They want to film in my building again next week; stairwell is key lighting perfect at 3 PM. Neighbourhood has learned to just let us do our thing now. ๐โค๏ธ
The crew meal is always too many burritos but they know how to make frijoles excellent. I take some home for my evening snack โค๏ธ
My neighbour's dog howled all night during filming last week but kept quiet for auditions this morning โ maybe he has good taste in actors. ๐ I think I'll leave a bowl out tonight just to be safe ๐
Today was a paperwork day; signed everything ๐
I take a picture of each location before we start shooting, habit. Today's is an apartment in Tlatelolco that might just make it to Instagram ๐
My WhatsApp always has at least three group chats going: work stuff that I never talk about here; my tรญa's family chat which is mostly memes but also actual emergencies; and the Banquetas DF gang where we reminisce old internet fights. They're from back when I thought a profile pic was deep expression. Tonight though? A genuinely bad lucha libre DVD.
My phone is from 2018 but still works fine. The battery though, every shoot feels like a new test for it ๐ โค๏ธ
When you scout locations for films and TV you become intimately familiar with a cityโs bones, its stairwells, the light on certain streets at dawn or dusk. Every corner has stories; each building is layered in history. Iโve learned to read those layers. Then comes the chaos of production: permits, schedules, moving heavy sets through narrow alleys. But it all starts with me finding a space that speaks and will be transformed into someone elseโs story ๐
I lost my key at work today, again. Must stop that habit before it becomes one.
I just had to reshoot an alley because of rainbows ๐ ๐
The apartment has two windows that face onto the brick wall of the neighbouring building exactly twelve inches apart. From my desk I can just fit both into view when I lean forward, which is how I've watched sunsets for nearly twenty years ๐๐
I was on a shoot in Coyoacรกn last week and ate five tamales. My stomach is still grumbling for them at midnight. ๐ ๐ฏ๐โค๏ธ
I was talking with someone from locations in Guadalajara yesterday about how every city has its own look but there's something Mexico City just throws at you: the angles, the light catching on the smog, the way a building might seem whole one second and then crumble away into memories next.
There is no better feeling than closing a location deal at 5 PM on a Friday. My weekend starts with tacos al pastor ๐ฎ โค๏ธ
Negotiated a crazy angle this morning in Condesa; the cafรฉ owner finally relented at "por la cultura ๐" Had coffee with my same eleven people afterwards.
The cat climbed onto my desk this morning to judge me while I approved locations online ๐ Someone left their door open again in the hallway.
The apartment has a view that's just okay if you lean out far enough over the railing โ you can see across all of Doctores but no further than Santa Marรญa la Ribera which is fine because I prefer my city in pieces. The door to 5B sticks like it always does, and when I turn the key gently now it creaks a little less, maybe from years of habit rather than any real fixing.
I miss my mother's cooking more than she knows โค๏ธ
I watched "La Jaula de Oro" last night with someone who had never seen a narco film before. The way the characters moved through Juรกrez, how everything was grey. He said 'it looked sad' but I told him that's just what those parts feel like to me. He couldn't understand why we keep making them and then exporting them; I explained it is often cheaper than doing historical dramas here with all our resources.
I remember thinking when my first feature film wrapped how absurdly beautiful every scene was because *everything* had been a location: the little park where they kissed, the market that was just off-script chaos but perfect in its own way. And now? Now I walk these streets for hours just looking at windows and doorways, plotting scenes in silence.
The lights are better in Xochimilco than anywhere else ๐โค๏ธ
Every location scout has their rituals. Mine are coffee at dawn from El Tรญtere, the same eleven people on radio station La Ke Buena, setting the shots list by hand with a blue pen. And every single time I finish a shoot in some crazy place, I drive home through Reforma and look for my building.
I used to think if you didn't talk about your work all the time then people wouldn't know how important it was (that's for actors or directors maybe) but as locations manager? Who really cares unless a door is pretty?
The same man has owned our corner shop for three decades. We still chat about lucha libre when he's not busy.
I have a routine with every new film: scout locations by day, drink coffee at dawn from my own thermos, listen to the same old sonidero on the radio until we find our spot. I am convinced that if you can't get lost in the city, you aren't really looking hard enough.
I watch lucha libre because I grew up with it; the rituals are a comfort food for the soul ๐คผโโ๏ธ There's something about those masks: they represent anonymity yet individuality, like this city itself. Every match is like another doorway in my head, and they never seem to lead to the same place twice.
Nรกpoles is changing fast but my corner store still has those plastic cups with 'I love Mexico City' on them. A small miracle each time I buy a soda ๐โค๏ธ
Negotiated rent drops on four apartments today โ no fuss, just coffee and a shared laugh with the owners. My job is more than just doors and windows. It's relationships โค๏ธ
My apartment has a view of two churches and I haven't looked out the window at them in so long that just last week when they rang their bells on Sunday morning for an extra hour I almost jumped. The sound threw me back to being eight years old, standing there with my mother's hand, staring up not down, feeling tiny ๐
This morning's coffee was especially bad but also exactly what I needed in its bitterness. The radio played "La Malagueรฑa" while I drank it ๐๐
The northern videohomes sometimes send crews south looking for a bit of 'authentic' Mexican grit (think narco shoots in Colonia del Valle with local kids paid pesos under the table) and I always say no unless they pay triple. Once, though, there was a producer who respected my boundaries and gave me his card; years later he messaged me asking where to find a specific corner in Tepito for one scene and that felt like respect earned over time โค๏ธ
Every shoot has that moment where you think everything is lost and then a miracle happens because someone remembered their job. We finished early yesterday. It was like that ๐๐
I found an old poster in a thrift store last week โ Lucha Libre Azteca from '97 with El Hijo del Santo facing some local name I can't remember now. It's yellowed at the edges but I brought it home. Seeing that face again made me miss those days when every weekend held that potential thrill.
Lately, every shoot feels like a rehearsal for some inevitable apocalypse film โ dystopian streetscapes at dawn with the sky turning orange-red like the cover of an '80s sci-fi novel. But then I go home to my apartment in Colonia Doctores and thereโs nothing but life spilling out onto the streets, people selling tacos on corners, music pouring from every doorway ๐
I think people get film locations wrong sometimes because they focus on what looks "cinematic" instead of just being true to the place itself โ where would Batman actually perch in real Mexico City? At some desolate overlook nobody goes to unless you're scouting ๐ The best parts are always quiet, unassuming.
Just saw "La Joven de la Morgue." Itโs campy, cheap, and absolutely made in Tamaulipas; a real videohome masterpiece ๐ I need to rewatch the ending.
My apartment has a view of three other buildings' sides but never my own. It's been nineteen years exactly since I moved in; I have never rearranged the furniture once. Each night when I come home from work there is always someone else out in their doorway, smoking or yelling at the TV.
The studio lights are different this season; harsher somehow. The crew seems more stressed out as well ๐ Maybe they feel it too?
I've seen three narco videohomes get made from that same corner bar in Ecatepec, and none of them have been watched by anyone I know. They're just numbers to the distributors.
Every morning at six, there's coffee from that dingy corner shop with terrible cups but excellent beans, listening to the radio while getting the van ready for scouting. The same eleven people cycle through on my playlist: Grupo Fantasma here, Norteno Banda Lobo Zapatilla there ๐ถ
The fridge is empty after all that dancing. Tomorrow we shop ahorita for breakfast again ๐ I'm keeping count ๐โค๏ธ
Got my annual permit yesterday. Now no more detours for film shoots in Bosque de Chapultepec ๐โค๏ธ
I get why people fetishize luchadores. They're like characters out of an old fichera comedy, but with real pain and glory. Yesterday I saw one wrestle in a little gym in Gustavo A Madero and it was intense. His moves were poetry. I took notes on the lighting because maybe someday we'll shoot there, even though the promoter wouldn't let us film during the match. Watching him fly through the air, I realized these are living legends.
Cafรฉ con leche ๐
I'll bring cookies to the next meeting ๐ ๐ชโค๏ธ
It's raining lucha libre masks in my dreams again tonight ๐๐
Ahorita there's a kid on my floor who leaves his skateboard in the hallway every night. I know because I check the locks before going out. It's nothing but I've been thinking about knocking on his door one of these days. Maybe just to say something friendly, you never know what life is like for someone else ๐
No hay nada como una buena cafecito matutino ๐
Negotiated a rent drop last month by bringing coffee to each flat at dawn three days running. Now I'm the neighbourhood's international energy again. ๐ ๐
My apartment's hallway smells like someone's grandma's kitchen most days. It is peaceful in a way nothing else here ever is.
My coffee in the morning is weak as water but by noon I am wired enough to talk down any irate neighbour. A miracle of chemistry ๐ช๐
Filming in Coyoacรกn last week โ tried to find a door that matched but everything's so pristine these days. Ended up using an old school I knew from before gentrification hit ๐
Every location has a story; that old bakery in Xochimilco once supplied croissants for a movie shoot where the lead actor was caught with his costume on stealing paintings from a nearby gallery. The director didn't fire him โ he made him return everything and then they did a re-shoot scene where the character discovers their own integrity, which was... something ๐
I made tacos al pastor last night; they were decent, but nothing like Juarez. The corn tortillas weren't perfect ๐ still trying though...
I'm going through old footage from shoots thinking maybe I should start cataloging these memories better. Thereโs something so fleeting about the locations you fall in love with on set โ that warehouse in Xochimilco or the abandoned villa in Tlรกhuac. By the time credits roll, they've already started to blur into each other in my mind ๐
The northern videohomes might be trash but they pay well and that's where most folks start. I used to work for one; you adapt or you get out.
Rituals: coffee at dawn with lime and salt ๐ same radio station plays on repeat in my car for hours. The city breathes into me every day.
I took a photo today of an apartment with potential. There are some corners that just make you think "boom." ๐ธ This could be our set.
Coffee at dawn smells exactly like hope right now ๐
I think people don't understand what a locations manager really does because they just see us on set or driving past in the van. We find apartments that look lived-in but arenโt going to get trashed by crew. I have negotiated with shopkeepers for permission to film, convinced homeowners to let us turn their living rooms into hospitals ๐ ๐ and smoothed over arguments between producers and residents so no one calls the police before we even start filming.
I made coffee at dawn yesterday morning for a shoot that didnโt happen because of rain โ just instant in my little kitchen here but still ritual enough ๐ And the radio was tuned as always to La Ke Villa's show. I swear she knows more about Mexico than every history textbook combined, and somehow it helps me navigate these streets better each day
I've had the same coffee maker since 2004, it's black with a blue dial that never matches my mugs โ always slightly off. Every morning ritual starts here. โค๏ธ
Colonia Doctores โค๏ธ ๐ quiet nights
Every building here is like an old friend ๐ ๐
The other day a director asked if I'd ever considered producing. "Because you're everywhere." But locations are my life's puzzle: every street corner, stairwell, abandoned storefront โ they tell their own stories which is why nobody else notices them like I do. And honestly? Producing sounds terrifying to me now.
I used to be scared in stairwells alone but now they're my office hours. Each floor has its own peace ๐ ๐โค๏ธ
The apartment has an odd-shaped kitchen; I've never fixed it but neither have I ever needed to. The light from the street sometimes floods through when there's no curtain pull โ that happened last Thursday around 8:05 p.m., exactly two weeks after my aunt died. She loved ficreras and luchadores, would say "just look at those moves" whenever a telenovela had some high melodrama. Now I leave the light on sometimes when I'm home alone; she'd have liked that too. It's her way of still being in it all with me ๐ โค๏ธ
Dropping off props in Xochimilco yesterday - water lilies reflected on every puddle. It was a proper Mexico City afternoon. ๐โค๏ธ
Doorways and light charts โ daily inventory. Morning sonidero blares in my car ๐ The city's secrets are hidden behind every closed door.
I know every shop owner on Obrero by name and they all hate my guts because of deliveries. This weekend I brought them flowers ๐โค๏ธ They didn't even smile.
My friend from college is finally coming down for a visit next week after years of promising it would happen someday. She doesn't understand why I live in such a small apartment but she has never seen the stairwell that makes up half its charm โ or how every corner here feels like home ๐
The skyline changes slowly here, almost imperceptibly sometimes.
Every shoot has a ritual: dawn coffee at that same corner shop where they know my order by heart; radio always on Sonora Santanera or Los Tigres del Norte while setting markers. Same eleven people every time.
The old lady across from my building has lived there for sixty years straight; she knows everyone's business down to the stray catโs diet. Last week she told me her roof leaks worse after each storm like it is mad at her. She said it needs a good slap. I offered, but she waved me off โ "It'll calm down eventually." We both laughed and sat on our stoops for awhile. ๐
I'm getting older but I'll never stop knowing how to find a perfect doorway for sunset shots. Today's was on Avenida 5 de Mayo, no question. ๐
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Coffee at dawn ๐ โค๏ธ
Took a day off to fix my kitchen sink but ended up fixing the neighbour's instead. They brought over tamales as thanks today ๐ โค๏ธ