A monochrome photo essay from the streets of Mexico City.
Pinatas (please imagine a little squiggle over the “n”) come in all shapes and sizes. They are filled with candies and small toys and must be busted open by a blindfolded, frenzied person armed with a long stick. A fun recipe for disaster…
If Mexican-ness could be rated, i’m pretty sure this restaurant chef would come very close to the top.
Among the things Mexicans are absolute fans of are fooball (soccer) and almost anything religious. In this picture a man wearing a sports t-shirt walks past a newsstand selling a poster of Jesus armwrestling with the devil.
Much political activism in Mexico City finds a creative outlet in the form of small posters plastered here and there and covering a range of topics from gun control to the rights of the “indigenas”, Mexico’s native tribespeople.
A mural painting defaced by some graffiti serves as the backdrop to these Mexico City cops apparently trying hard to look like New York City’s. (yes, i did ask permission for this shot: cops anywhere can be potentially touchy subject.)
Although Mexico City as a whole is a fairly dusty and dirty place, all of the people and most of the vehicles are always spotless.
This one – of a lady cleaning the public restroom she runs in a small public park – is worth clicking on to see the hand-painted figures on the wall in better detail.
We’d better get one of those, too. Two men choosing special-effects disco strobe lights and lasers at a small shop in Mexico City’s historic center while a girl checks her social media page on a smartphone.