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James Bond, welcome to the real world.
A world where there is no absolute good or evil, a world full of grays, a world where even the country you so fervently serve and its allies can turn on you at the drop of a pin. In other words, a world more akin to John LeCarre’s spy novels than Ian Fleming’s…except with more explosions, fight scenes and sexy women.
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Twelve years ago, Danny Boyle blew my brains off with his brilliant cinematographic adaptation of Irvine Welsh’s novel “Trainspotting,” the story of a group of nihilistic Scottish junkies and how one of them chooses life above everything else ‑even if it means cheating your friends off some money. It was a vibrant, exuberant, audacious film. A movie that raised the bar so high, that what came afterward from this brilliant British filmmaker was either a complete disappointment (“The Beach”, “A Life Less Ordinary”) or came this close to fulfilling that promise (“Millions”).
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Stroll down Paseo Boricua along Division Street, between Mozart Street and Western Avenue, and you’ll find more than just businesses and organizations. Along with murals that mirror the faces of Humboldt Park’s residents and the occasional overnight masterpieces from graffiti Picassos, you’ll find some of Josué Pellot’s work when you least expect it.
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Latinos were there when the thumping beat of house music first took the Chicago underground scene by storm in the early ‘80s. Hector Lopez, a teenager at the time, was captivated by the sound, and soon would learn the basic moves from his big brother, Dave, who had started spinning back in 1979. Today, the Mexican-American-Chicano DJ from the North Side is a source of influence and inspiration for a new generation of DJs.
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The Congress Theater’s lobby is steamy. Its classic movie-palace décor is way too regal for it to be a sauna, but it definitely feels like one. But somehow, Lincoln Park native Freddy Rodriguez stays cool. He looks cool, too.
Something about his poses for the photo shoot are way too natural. His stance is all b-boy with just a little extra suave flare. And although he switches it up every few seconds, each pose is just a head nod away from a “What up?” gesture you’d get on any Chicago street.
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