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I write about music, art and literature across the Americas. Soy bilingüe.
"The Obscene Bird of Night" is a class parable with no discernible lesson—but the contradiction illuminates a great deal about the nature of power. My review of the newly translated Chilean masterpiece.
In her crime-inspired novels, male fear and desire are two sides of the same coin. My profile of Mexico's 21st-century literary star.
In 1985, Ana Mendieta fell from the high rise where she lived with the sculptor Carl Andre—who was later acquitted of her murder. I wrote about the podcast Death of an Artist, and how to untangle Mendieta the artist from Mendieta the martyr.
A profile of the Mexican multi-hyphenate who draws from fashion, fine art and industrial design to create a body of work that is all and none of the above.
The health rave breaks with party culture by harnessing its wasteful expenditure to the goal of productivity. Revisited on the 10th anniversary of its publication.
Dorian Ulises López Macías made a name for himself as an art director for fashion magazines. But his own street portraits of dark-skinned men are redefining the range and vitality of male beauty in Mexico.
Mi reportaje inmersivo sobre la tradición de DJs callejeros que, desde la década de 1950, ha definido la vida musical de sus barrios.
Before he died in the early 1990s, the Bronx-born artist used family pictures throughout his singular work in photography, drawing, and painting.
No headphones? No problem. Meet the audacious Mexican DJ and producer tearing up techno's rule book and rewriting it on his own terms.
What if abstract art in America originated not in the coastal cities, but in a proto-New Age community in New Mexico? I wrote about the rediscovery of the Transcendental Painting Group.
Curbed sent me to LaGuardia airport to review the new $22 million public art program.
I reviewed the new anthology Back Up: Mexican Tecno Pop 1980-1989, which captures a vital but overlooked moment in Mexican music history.
What do mass migration, mining and narco-trafficking have in common? I travelled to Sonora to meet Miguel Fernández de Castro, an artist whose work reveals the connections between them.
His Name Was Death (1947), a Mexican sci-fi novel about sentient mosquitoes, has been forgotten for decades, and its author along with it. I reviewed the first-ever English translation, published nearly 80 years after the original.
Remember the viral see-saw wall on the US-Mexico border? It just won the design world's most distinguished award. I wrote about why it fails as protest art.
Promoters in New York are part of a complex game that most don't even know they're playing. Max Pearl reports on how developers and gentrification are shaping the city's dance music scene.
