The pristine digital percussions of the two-step and international beat of house music are part of the baroque Afro-Latin roots that merge with an amber-coloured Polaroid of an Acapulco sunset, an archetypical scene of the Mexican tropics. The apocalyptic sanctuary of the Mexican third world exotica, so loved by Ruisort, who at this moment can be found with a highball in his hand, walking along the ruins of this tourist paradise, while the smell of burn Coppertone and the sound of the marimba fills the Acapulco bay.