a restaurant on our way back from Tula. some pyramids rumoured to have great powers. where the government preferred you didn't go. so you drive through an area of mexico city polluted so badly your brain screams for lack of air. anway. i know i have a lot of details wrong this was about 10 years ago. it was after my last trip to Tokyo. i started doing this 70s biker look thing in Tokyo in the 90s, which was ironic there. and could still get you into nice restaurants. but over here in Vancouver people took it literally and just like i was some out of it rocker chick. lost in translation. so. then the rocker thing became a rave thing. then i started doing this pseudo cheesy mall girl thing which evolved into a pseudo white trash stripper mafia look. but i don't know if anyone realized i was joking. there was some hippie thing in there too. but i also had that phase in toronto as a younger teenager... anyway. i sure started looking different from my old friends. we had all been glam punks basically, in toronto, not death cookies but glam punks. a lot of plastic and metal. neon & black & toys. but because the lopez boys were mexican there was all this chollo thing thrown in. and Paco actually was a molatoff cocktail throwing hippie skater kid back in mexico city who married his wife Alejandra in a goth wedding. oh my god. anyway, i feel after all this, anything i want to wear is just really me no matter what. it's authentic. i did the work. i was subjected to the laughter! so here is Paco aka Professor Angel Dust. Paco & Lesley lived in Barcelona at this time and i lived in Vancouver. but we all went on vacation to Mexico city. his family was from there, they had lived in Barcelona then moved back. he still dj's in Barcelona. and Lesley aka Leisha Starr. i am not sure if she is still running her bellydancing school in Barcelona but maybe. they are my friends from my teenagerhood in Toronto. homeboy-homegirl kind of friends. this restaurant was run by bull breeders. very proud and successfull bull breeders. they even had the huge liquid nitrogen tanks they kept the sperm in as decorations. everything was methodically laid out in a very shrinelike way. and the food was amazing.

a restaurant on our way back from Tula. some pyramids rumoured to have great powers. where the government preferred you didn't go. so you drive through an area of mexico city polluted so badly your brain screams for lack of air. anyway. i know i have a lot of details wrong this was about 10 years ago. it was after my last trip to Tokyo. i started doing this 70s biker look thing in Tokyo in the 90s, which was ironic there. and could still get you into nice restaurants. but over here in Vancouver people took it literally and just like i was some out of it rocker chick. lost in translation. so. then the rocker thing became a rave thing. then i started doing this pseudo cheesy mall girl thing which evolved into a pseudo white trash stripper mafia look. but i don't know if anyone realized i was joking. there was some hippie thing in there too. but i also had that phase in toronto as a younger teenager... anyway. i sure started looking different from my old friends. we had all been glam punks basically, in toronto, not death cookies but glam punks. a lot of plastic and metal. neon & black & toys. but because the lopez boys were mexican there was all this chollo thing thrown in. and Paco actually was a molatoff cocktail throwing hippie skater kid back in mexico city who married his wife Alejandra in a goth wedding. oh my god. anyway, i feel after all this, anything i want to wear is just really me no matter what. it's authentic. i did the work. i was subjected to the laughter! so here is Paco aka Professor Angel Dust. Paco & Lesley lived in Barcelona at this time and i lived in Vancouver. but we all went on vacation to Mexico city. his family was from there, they had lived in Barcelona then moved back. he still dj's in Barcelona. and Lesley aka Leisha Starr. i am not sure if she is still running her bellydancing school in Barcelona but maybe. they are my friends from my teenagerhood in Toronto. homeboy-homegirl kind of friends. this restaurant was run by bull breeders. very proud and successfull bull breeders. they even had the huge liquid nitrogen tanks they kept the sperm in as decorations. everything was methodically laid out in a very shrinelike way.