Contemporary monochrome street photography from a southern Mexican city. With an eye to the odd and the other to the yucky.
Meanwhile, just next door… it’s the amazing toothy Superman-posing embalmed flying veal. Of all places, at the front door of a restaurant. Bon appetit!
Want in? Just bang the bull knocker!
Good to the bone.
At the sight of the camera, the bold kid yelled “No!”, and the meek one “Si!” Si it was.
Sure, i’ll watch your llama. But i’m gonna need a wheelbarrow…
Learning to fly.
Let’s trust this able-handed seventeen-year-old taylor to stitch it all together.
All pictures taken in San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico. A place, a people to love. No matter what they do to their cows…
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San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico. A monochrome street photo essay.
Trash picker-upper. And, judging from the hat, putter-onner.
Dragging the kids home in the outer, unpaved part of town.
Lookin’ up: plastic banner recycled as tarp after the election.
A little rough around the edges. Looks like a river, but doesn’t smell like one.
Mountain air and southern sun conspire to provide crisp, contrasty light.
Stepping on strangely striped stairs.
Photofinish: food for thought. Faded poster says “The camera does not make the photographer.”
Whether or not a camera makes a photographer could be argued at length. All i can say is a camera is a pretty useful thing to have if and when we wish to make a photograph out of the world around us.
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Let’s face it, street photographers have it pretty tough in San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico. Wielding a camera in public elicits reactions not unlike one might get in Europe, walking through a crowd with a loaded gun in hand.
So we shot a few non-people. Most of which don’t cringe at the sight of a dslr…
You know i love it when you scratch me behind the ear…
How real people react at the sight of a camera.
I’m so real, yet my mom is so… plastic.
Frida, national icon, reduced to showcasing clothes…
…and, stencilled, to screaming out numbers…
It hurts me, too.
The display of deep, deep fried porkskin known locally as “chicharron” bears an ad for a digestive product. Any surprise?
Bold sticker on mirror window.
Crucified, everywhere. Standing, arms outstetched, in Rio de Janeiro. But to see Jesus on all fours, i had to go to Mexico.
Remember the works-in-progress shot fron the last post? Here’s the finished piece, by artist Mauro Carrera.
All photographs taken february 2013. Hope you enjoyed.