Laguna de Lobos

We drove 2 hours out of the city yesterday to visit our principal location. A quiet camping area around Lago de Lobos, "Wolf Lake". Our second location is an old farm for Polo horses. Magnificent barns which appear to be more like churches from the outside than stables. Amazing grounds. The sun was bright and after 15 hours in vans and walking around, everyone was red, red, red.
We went back to the office to meet some other crew members. There was to be a dinner last for the birthday of our art director but unfortunately a crisis emerged around 9pm and that squashed the evenings plans. So Ellen and I returned to the hotel. Standing outside the hotel, The Alvear Palace, was none other than James Carville, President Clinton's political guru. So we chatted with him for a few moments before he was whisked away in a car.
Ellen and I had a quiet dinner in the bar. Just as Ellen was thinking that the bartender reminded her of her agent in Los Angeles, she received a text from Robert warning her about suave italian argentines. Whacky.
We retired and it was good to get a full night's sleep. Today is more meetings and a visit to the local equipment house.
Stables and grounds of the polo farm:



The director, Fredrik Bond, discusses shots with Ellen:




We scouted a block of depressing early 1980's housing flats in the city. Very delapitated and reminiscent of eastern european bleakness. I tried to think of it in it's sterile heyday. A setting worthy of Antonioni. A pouty Monica Vitti wandering aimlessly amongst the complex's bleak angles.
I was, however, taken aback by this mural hidden between two buildings. A reproduction of Picasso's famous anti-war mural, Guernica and this other image of an insane man with gun.