Josh Kun and Fiamma Montezemolo
The Factory of Dreams
Tijuana is an industrial park on the outskirts of Minneapolis. Tijuana is a col-
ony of Tokyo. Tijuana is a Taiwanese sweatshop. —richard rodriguez,
Days of Obligation
My city is not only a street full of stupid gringos living an endless summer and
two- colored Indians who sell paper fl owers, of striped donkeys and suitcases
full of cheap jewelry, of broken sad eyes with a Sony videocamera, of terraces
full of motherfuckers who take poppers and kiss the ground looking for a
Mexican señorita. . . . My city is a cage of illusions full of mirrors, wise poets
and wannabe pop stars. Poverty is in the suburbs and God is in every church,
in the digital spots of the tv.—r afa sa avedr a, Buten Smileys
There are many Tijuanas. Each one of them is half myth, half temporarily out
of ser vice. —heriberto yépez, A.B.U.R.T.O.
here were dancers in matching red- and- yellow mechanic suits
on rusting steel railings. There were djs tweaking mix-
ing boards, blasting cavernous dub from hollowed- out Volkswagen
vans. Abandoned auto parts became makeshift sculptures. Spray-
paint stencils of wrenches and demolished cars covered four stories
of towering cement walls. There were tele vi sion monitors to watch.
There were T-shirts to buy.
This was Tijuana in the fall of 2002, at the Nuevo Ferrari yonke, or
junkyard, on boulevard Díaz Ordaz, where a local artist collective
inspired by junkyard aesthetics of rescue and recycling, YONKEart,
had or ga nized the Yonke Life party— a multimedia art happening
that fell somewhere between a rave and a gallery installation fea-
turing some of the turn- of- the- twenty- rst- century Tijuana art and
music scene’s more familiar names, the street artist Acamonchi and
house music specialist Tolo among them. Up on the junkyard roof,
beneath the burned- out Ferrari sign and in front of stacks of crushed
car frames, an audience of bundled- up young tijuanenses sat in uphol-
stered car seats salvaged from Ford Rangers and watched a locally
made indie lm that ended with a kid telling his father he wants to be
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