“There is a legend that in the 1940s a computer error was produced, blamed on an insect that had made its home inside the machine. From this is derived the term “bug”. Our goal is to continue creating these bugs inside the system, to produce errors in order to open the system up to everybody.”

The position of sexuality in the Argentine society seems controversial. On the one hand, the country has got the highest rate of Catholics of the whole continent, conservative values are still upheld and religious practices form a part of daily life. On the other hand, porteños are known for their openness towards the subject of telos which mark the inner city of the continent’s gay capital and have an ever-growing clientele.

In 2004, Grant C. Dull saw it as his challenge to make Buenos Aires’ sub-cultural art scene public and founded ZZK Records and the urban life and arts guide What’s Up Buenos Aires (WUBA). “Just the natural next step” followed in 2009 and he launched FeatBA, an agency unifying music, graphic design and photography, aiming to generate a space in which alternative culture can thrive.

Surrounded by packets of homemade cookies and Tia Maria poured into recycled bottles, Alberto Censi, 68, peers up from checking his accounts to look around for any potential buyers. Although he is counting pink, blue and yellow paper notes, do not mistake this for Monopoly money.

Pablo Mikozzi’s characters go straight at Buenos Aires’ deformities: the xenophobia, the paranoia, the violence, the isolation. He manages the tricky business of transforming grotesque trappings into humour with elegance and ease, making people laugh at themselves while avoiding the sardonic and insulting.

Walking the streets of Buenos Aires you’ll encounter many a crazy barnet. Businessmen and waiters look pretty suave up front, then shock you with their ragged behind. Flick through Argentine TV channels and you’ll see a whole range of people sporting the mullet.

Put your money where your mouth is. It’s the ace of spades. Baby I’ve got your money. Diamonds are forever. The odd suave suit, sweet jazz music, high stakes and intriguing spins of the wheel are what await you at Puerto Madero Casino. That’s if you know how to get there.

Do you harbour a secret urge to shake your hips Shakira style on stage? Perhaps you repress a longing to fill a room with Ricky Martin like refrains? Don’t carry on hiding your talent under a bushel. Free your inner diva at Probar, “a karaoke pioneer”, in Buenos Aires.

There’s an elephant outside my door. He’s there everyday I step into the milieu of people, greeting me with a brazen stare. Over time I’ve started to recognise his herd about town and greet his brother Rhino in San Telmo or Palermo.

“I was 25 the first time I went.” says Esteban. “I didn’t want to have sex while my parents were at home, so I went to a telo with my girlfriend. It was fun, a good experience!” Albergues transitorios or ‘telos’ as they are more commonly known, are a type of hotel where a person pays by the hour instead of the whole night. They are used by couples as a place to go to spend ‘intimate’ time together in a discreet and private manner. In other words, they have beds – but not much sleeping gets done.