Fig.2 at the ICA Studio: 'The Juicers' is an underwhelming start to an exciting project

I recently spent a night wandering, jet-lagged, around the strip-lit tourist malls of Cancún’s Hotel Zone. Alongside the Hooters and the Wet’n Wild, the shopping in this purgatorial Spring Break resort is surreal: aisles and aisles of shot glasses shaped like cacti, figurines of glamorous skeletons smoking cigarettes, idolatrous portraits of Frida Kahlo, whose image circulates there like that of a national saint.