La Copa: Football Analysis Illustrated

How Spain beat Germany
For most of history, soccer has been fueled by passion and ambiguous calls rather than the statistics and absolute precision common in other sports.

Numbers alone don’t mean much in soccer from game to game. The number of goals, assists, foul, saves matter more in the span of a season or an entire career. However, analysis is not completely irrelevant or uninteresting. It just needs a graphic element as the NYTimes knows oh so well. They love infographics as much as words there.

The NYTimes live blog of World Cup matches includes four minute-by-minute graphics. Below are clips from the 17th minute of the Spain-Germany match.

The Line-Up

Based on amount of times a player touches the ball. Nearly the entire Spanish team touches the ball while only 5 Germans make contact.

The Passes

Lines connecting players by their passes. Look at the density of Spain's passes compared to Germany's.

The Heat Map

Where the ball is on the field. Spain safely keeps possession in their half.

General Stats

What numbers alone cannot describe is the rhythm of the game revealed over time. (Rhythm is so crucial in soccer which is way video replays cannot be implemented the way it is in football which is not to say not at all, but it is a slippery slope....)

See the Spain’s dominant possession, but the game breaks a little before the half. Then see how Spain allows Germany to take the ball after they score the goal. Also, this match was probably the least controversial in the entire World Cup. No yellow cards and the first foul isn’t called until the 30th minute.

Statistics and more statistics makes statistics seem important.
This is even better:
The possession of all the games in the World Cup broken down. And at the bottom, breakdown of Americas versus Europe and the Dutch versus the Spanish.

Cristiano Ronaldo is the most popular soccer player in the world
Given our world in the age of social networking, opinion sharing, data mining, this interactive graphic is the best one of the entire tournament.

The NYTimes tallies day-by-day all the names of soccer players mentioned in updates, statuses, notes, comments on Facebook. The image of the soccer player is then sized accordingly. Scroll through the days and watch them change (see link above)!

Cristiano Ronaldo’s looming figure throughout the tournament seems to confirm his place as the most popular soccer player in the world or just the one that teenage girls find most attractive?

La Copa: Parte 2

The Holland – Brazil match today left us all wanting for some more jogo bonito (in the first half) and complete football (in the second half). Finally, there were the inspired moments of brilliant passing and fluid plays from two teams that are expected to do so every time they step on the pitch.

Despite playing their best halves of the tournament so far, they both managed to be needlessly irritating. Who was more obnoxious depends only on who side you were on. Robinho turned into a cursing machine who went off anytime Arjen Robben went down. Robben ended up on the floor clutching some random part of his body every time a Brazilian approached him at a crucial moment.

Robinho, yelling his head off for the nth time during the match.

Despite my penchant for balding midfielders with their hair shaved off (like Zidane), Robben has proven himself to be worse than Cristiano in his early years. While Cristiano sat on the ground like a helpless 3 year-old, Robben falls dramatically with arms failing followed by punching the ground with his fist as if in great pain. Perhaps he took this intensive one day course.

Robben's reaction after the Brazilian defender failed to make contact.

The worse heartbreak in soccer is when a genuinely brilliant player consistently cheats the game. Luckily, before I lost all hope, Sarah sent me this Nike commercial from 2002. It features the chicken dance move, the scorpion move, Ronaldihno with better hair, and all-around soccer merriment.

La Copa: Parte 1

The uninspiring commercials
Nike’s “Write the Future” campaign this World Cup has been its most embarrasing series of soccer commercials produced in the last 8 years. Plenty has written already written about the unfortunate fates of the soccer players featured in the video like Cannavaro, who led the worst Italian defensive squad in decades and Rooney, the English goal-scoring machine who barely made a few shots on goal and most surprising of all, Ronaldihno who did not even make the cut for the Brazilian squad.

But the real crime is the commercials’ inability to capture anything related to the spirit of the beautiful game. The ad sequences go like this: footballer on the field at some crucial moment in the game, then flashes to a footballer at a red carpet event, exercise DVDs based on the footballers’ moves, bigger-than-life statues unveiled in their hometowns, then ends with ‘write the future’ and the nike swoosh.

2010 Nike Commerial
The Cannavaro part with half dressed dancers and singer is the most disturbing….

Why is more than half the commercial about stardom and celebrity? Do we play soccer now for money and perks, hoping for a sponsorship from Nike? The implication seems to be that the resulting stardom is more important than the plays on the field. I am not inspired.

What happened to those commercials from 2006 with Eric Cantona, former Manchester United star, yelling about the beautiful, sacred game and the shame of diving and embellishing? Or the 2002 commercials in the Nike Cage when footballers showed off their most inventive moves in 3 on 3 games?

2006 Nike Commercial

Adidas has produced commercials even more off the mark in their collaborations with Star Wars. It may be slightly amusing to see soccer players with aliens but what is in there about soccer besides a famous face?

Their 2006 campaign featured two kids naming Zidane, Kaka, Beckenbauer and the like to play on their pick-up teams. It captured beautifully a sweet and innocent passion for the game and our secret fantasies of playing alongside the legends of soccer.

2006 Adidas Commercial

What is perhaps the saddest is that Hyundai, a car company, has outdone Nike and Adidas in capturing our sweet, simplistic and undying loyalty to soccer. Ai yai yai…..

Hyundai 2010 Commercial

social media for lazy ones

Those of us who can’t keep with one blog start even more sites that we need to update and convince ourselves that is somehow necessary.

So from the inmexico wordpress grows the inmexico tumblr. You may not be convinced that is necessary, but it really is. I need a place to digest my fashion blog consumption and catalog the hundreds of photos on my hard drive saved from blogs and runway shows. Yes, totally essential to my life.

(Tumblr is the true lazy man’s blog. It is made for 21st century immediate gratification. For one, you don’t even have to try to make it look nice.)

venice revisited

For several reasons, I have been consistently falling into daydreams about Venice in the past few weeks. One reason is the smell of warm weather which reminds of me the anticipation of going to Veneto last spring.  Another is a square two inch picture of a comforter laid on a window sill over a canal in Venice which I spotted while skimming a book for thesis. I immediately remembered that I had taken a picture across the same canal.  You can reach it by walking down a bright, wide but quiet street with a brick wall on one side and houses on the other. The street ends under a building next to the canal with no steps leading down to the water.

Left, picture from the book Collapsibles. I sat just beyond the picture on the right side of the canal across from the one-story high wall. Right, my photo of the one-story high wall.

Venice, despite its winding streets and consistent architecture, manages to remain distinct from street to street. In contrast, suburbia developers, who have constructed endless winding streets and incredibly consistent architecture, have created repetition and anonymity. (Maybe the new urbanists have done better?)  Venice succeeds in creating a sense of place and identity because it has much more variety than surburbia (obviously), not just in color or materials, but also (more importantly) in architectural forms/spaces. This is achieved through a lack of standardized street dimensions, organic growth, layers of uses, and layers of time amongst other things that I have yet to unravel.

I would love diagram/catalog Venice to dissect its spatial patterns, but that would be a self-torture as well. The question really is if I go back to Venice again (the dream…), how do I want to study it now that I have an intuitive grasp of it? What are the forms and patterns of Venice that be applied elsewhere and how does that translation happen? (I want the diagram of Venice somehow. This paragraph also makes me think that I have been brainwashed by MIT. Do I really need the diagram? I feel like there must be something that is between the diagram and J Wampler.)

In any case, another reason for Venice daydreaming is wanting to edit the photos from the trip using my new skills from darkroom. Darkroom printing has made me conscious of the level of manipulation and control possible in a photograph which in turn makes Photoshop more fun (partially because digital is so much faster). Also, I am curious about the emotional difference of a black and white photo and a color one.  Some experiments of color and b/w below and flickr for more.

It looks old and full of character in color, but in black and white it is battered and used up.

rainy to moody, dark, and mysterious

cute pool party to glamorous gathering

blank pages

In the middle of a bad day next last week, I indulged in spending 26 dollars on a new Lechtturm notebook (not like Moleskines) that I justified by saying it was for my thesis. Buying a pair of boots would probably have been more therapeutic than a notebook, but the chances were low that I would actually find a pair of interesting boots and a level of itching excitement derived from the fresh pages of a new notebook is always guaranteed.

my current set of notebooks from the practical to the private

One or two notebooks is never enough which is a headache when packing. It seems at that any point even while traveling, I need at least two notebooks (three is preferable) to fulfill the range of desires and responsibilities in my life.

purely practical
The Five-Stars’ spiral bound college rule notebook with a plastic cover is my favorite for standard lecture classes. The lines are not too dark or light and the plastic withstands shoving into the backpack well.

My set of Moleskines and Lechtturm1917s are my most used and expensive notebooks. I wish every one of their pages was composed like a work of art with drawings and ideas, but no matter how hard I try, they always end up a jumble of bad sketches, to-do lists, random thoughts, list of library book call numbers, drafts of thank you notes, sketch maps when I go somewhere new, class notes when I forget the spiral notebook. Each size serves a slightly different purpose: large for thesis, medium for most things, small for when it’s more convenient.

My loyalty these black notebooks is not pretentious, it’s practical. The beauty of the Moleskines and Lechtturms is not the black cover, but the milky smoothness of their off white paper. In comparison, writing on most other notebooks feels like dragging your pen across sandpaper.

One of my favorite notebooks I’ve received as a gift (from Hannah!) has birds and flowers sewn on the cover and thin plain pages on the inside. It has become a place to collage my four pound collection of magazine cutouts and even heavier archive of NYTimes style magazines. Even though I collect images obsessively, I hate that they usually just sit there in a large pile passively gathering dust. It always feels important to me to process what I cut out and create something new from it or try to synthesize it in some way or else it just become a pile of collected junk which is a useless. This is the only notebook where I have any success in composing the contents. Sadly, I don’t do it enough. It was last updated in August 2009.

“The journal is a vehicle for my sense of selfhood. It represents me as emotionally and spiritually independent. Therefore (alas) it does not simply record my actual, daily life but rather — in many cases — offers an alternative to it. There is often a contradiction between the meaning of our actions toward a person and what we say we feel toward that person in a journal. But this does not mean that what we do is shallow, and only what we confess to ourselves is deep.” – Susan Sontag in her published journals

Compositions notebooks have been my journals since third grade. It’s the thing in my life, along with collecting magazine cutouts, I have been the most consistent about. The pattern on composition notebooks begs to be covered by cutout images, so the two go hand in hand. (If I were still playing piano that would have beat out both, but oh well.)

I write in it sometimes consistently, sometimes sporadically. While it is the most unfiltered version of self, it is probably the least interesting notebook to anyone else. For one, I don’t write nearly as well or profoundly as Sontag. What is there is too circular, convoluted, and sloppy to be worth it to read even for me years later.

yet to have
Le Maxi. Square. A nice shade of blue. Good thickness. Maybe this will be the one where everything is beautiful.

alexander mcqueen

I was always aware of Alexander McQueen reputation as an extraordinary designer, but for some reason his collections were always on the periphery of what I looked at closely during fashion week. Revisiting his women’s collections today season by season starting 2001 (the earliest available on has been fascinating, mind-blowing, shocking.

The sheer volume of production is incredible. Compared to the usual 30 some looks that most designers send down the runway, McQueen’s 40-50 looks per season seems completely mad. How does one even have time to think when there is this level of production twice a year? And this is in addition to his work for Givenchy and resort and pre-fall collections.

I am equally astounded by his understanding and imagination of woman and their bodies. He loves the hourglass figure and is not shy about accentuating, exaggerating and admiring it. Clothes that accentuate the hourglass silhouette especially with a belt usually look typical and tired, but McQueen manages to create the hourglass with a level of toughness, never dainty. With him, the hourglass silhouette is empowering rather than stereotypical or overly idealized. I can’t identify how he does it and why others can’t replicate it.

The hourglass is never the same with McQueen. Pictures from

The list goes on. Insane detail, incredible volume, pure creativity in presentation, referencing the past but never repeating it, ability to create unexpected textures.

Detail, volume, the austere and the extravagant. Pictures from

When it came to textures and materials, I particularly appreciate what McQueen did with furs (or faux-furs?). He always manipulated them such they were not just a puff of material to get lost in. Or rather he does not just let fur speak for itself, he fashioned the fur to convey what he wanted.

Pictures from

Truly beautiful work.

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