Ceci and Meme: Tango in “El Caminito”

Photos by Karla and Ivan











Text by Ivan Kashinsky

It wasn’t clear if they were lovers or just friends.  I don’t think they even knew.  They had a chemistry that radiated from their intertwined bodies and spread over the crowd in tangible waves.   Ceci and Meme were like the Ying and the Yang.  Ceci was a storm of uncontrollable violent passion.  Meme was the anchor that grounded her and kept her from flying off the stage into the crowd.  Dancing the Tango was their life.  They danced all day for tourist and then all night in milongas, or tango clubs, scattered throughout the sleepless city of Buenos Aires.  “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”, Meme told me. 

Ceci felt at home in the milongas.  Her grandparents began to bring her to the clubs since the age of fourteen, a bit too young she admitted.  Older dancers had taken her under their wing and showed her the ropes.  The soothing rhythm of the dancers calmed her nervous energy and she lived for the magical feeling of dancing the Tango.  Meme used to go to discos, but dropped that lifestyle for the Tango clubs.  There you didn’t have to push your way to get a drink, bouncers were not necessary, and the night never ended in a fight.  Ceci loved to improvise, and Meme was the perfect partner, allowing her to express her inner-self through her movements and begin a dialogue between their bodies.      

The tango was supposedly born in the brothels of the port area on the Rio de La Plata in the late 19th century.  It was practiced in the cabarets of “El Caminito”, the small street where Ceci and Meme now dance for tourists. The people of “Good Airs” looked down on the tango, until it boomed in the 40’s.  Then, the need for rock n’ roll completely smothered the traditional dance until it became cool again in the 80’s.  So it skipped a generation. Meme was taught by his grandparents.  Now the milongas are full of people of all ages passionately moving across the dance floor under dim colored lights.  

I clutched onto Meme’s back as we sped through freeway traffic.  “Have you ever crashed?” I screamed nervously in his ear.  

“Only four times”, he replied, “but none of them were my fault.”  We were on our way to the gym, where he liked to clear his mind in between work and the dance clubs.  In Argentina, men are expected to kiss other men on the cheek when introduced.  So I spent the next half an hour kissing sweaty men. 

Back at Meme’s Dad’s house he helped his little sister, Rocío, with her dance steps. Meme’s dad, Manuel, cooked potato pancakes and steak and complained about tough economic times.  I wandered into Meme’s room and realized he was just leaving the adolescent phase.  Life-size posters of the Simpsons were pinned up on the walls along with Bob Marley.  He later explained to me that he was a mix between a “Rollinga” and a “Rasta” when he was a teenager.   That means he liked the Rolling Stones and reggae music. 

We found our way back to a milonga, where we met with Ceci and the rest of the dancers from “El Caminito”.  Meme began making out with another dancer from their group and Ceci pretended not to be jealous.  At 2 am, a famous dance couple showed up to perform.  They mysteriously tiptoed across the dance floor like vampires from another time. The show ended and the night was just getting started.  We walked the vacant streets of Buenos Aires, singing, dancing and laughing with Meme’s dance friends. The whole group of dancers was extremely sexual and the lines between gay, straight, and bi were blurry, if they existed at all.  

The next day Ceci and Meme danced with mad passion.  Tourists stuffed themselves with over priced food as the couple floated above the sounds of the guitar and accordion.  Afterwards, they counted their tips on the floor in a back room of the restaurant. We then headed to Ceci’s house with the crew.  Jumping from bus to train to taxi, we finally made it to Ceci’s parents’ house in a wealthy neighborhood in the outskirts of Buenos Aires.  

There we sat eating sausages and drinking wine in a beautiful outdoor patio. Ceci, her friends, her parents, her fourteen-year-old bro, his friends and the two of us, were arguing about everything from politics to music piracy until 4 am.  In the morning, I saw Ceci wrapped up in Meme’s arms.  The morning sun slipped through the blinds bathing their beautiful young faces in a golden tone.  It brought me back to what Ceci told me.  “Naturally I’m impulsive, disorganized and too sensitive.  Meme is more relaxed.  When the two of us mold together to make a whole, we are much stronger than we are on our own.” 



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10 responses to “Ceci and Meme: Tango in “El Caminito”

  1. David Bitton

    Another awesome piece. Keep up the great work!

    • tothetip

      what’s up? Heard you just met up with Jashong.
      Can you find weak points in the Tango story?
      Would love to know you thoughts.

  2. What a fascinating and gripping glimpse into their lives and lifestyle. What a richly textured world we live in. There’s enough passion captured in these photos and this entry to sustain a country!

    • tothetip

      You’re Mich’s friend, right?
      Thanks for following the adventure.
      Send us some links with your work so we can see what you’re up to.
      take care

  3. Chris D.

    Hi Ivan and Karla! Haven’t commented in awhile, but I have been following along. What a passionate story. I didn’t even have to read the text… it was all in the photographs. Looks and sounds like you two are really in the midst of a special adventure. Keep up the amazing work and I can’t wait to see and read more.
    Much love.

    • tothetip

      Thanks Chris!
      But you should read the story 🙂
      The computer is running great.
      We’ll see you and Tracy in July!

  4. Wow! That’s some inspired storytelling. Love the pics and the story. I’ve really enjoyed the blog. It looks like you guys are nearing the end of your journey. I hope this isn’t the last roadtrip you guys take. Thanks for the inspiration.

    • tothetip

      Thanks Bro!
      Actually we are at the halfway point. Now we have to make it back to Ecuador!
      Let me know how your doing and what you’re up to.

  5. Gosia

    Hi Ivan, what great photographs and an excellent story. Thanks for continuing to send them, so that I can follow your adventures! Greetings from the Oregonian summer journalism camp for minority high school students — Gosia

  6. Corbel et Subil

    Magnifique histoire, je fait un travail pour le bac avec une camarade et on a été très touchées par la passion émanente entre le couple (nous mêmes danseuses, mais pas de Tango hihi) et nous avons décidé de dédier une partie du dossier à Ceci et Meme ! 😀 ❤

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