When you find yourself living in a Mexican village in the middle of nowhere with no electricity and it’s the 80ies, whoever has a good ghetto-blaster is your God. Therefor, Lang and Nancy were God. On a clear night, you could hear Lang and Nancy’s stereo all the way … Read More →
Tag Archives: Love
2.8.11 Photographing The Medicine-Dance
Seyla Rodriguez hated me and I was determined to make her love me. It was 1989 and I had brought back from El Norte (the USA) Barbie Dolls for Marina Lorenzo and Yeni Chavarìn, but not one for Seyla. She hated me for that. And … Read More →
1.27.11 Photographing The People who Make Me Jade Beall
Have you noticed that when you like someone, I mean when you really really like someone, you may start to laugh like, walk like or dance like them? Have you considered lately all of the hundreds of people that you have met in your life of 20, 30, 40 … Read More →
1.3.11 Photographing The Inside of My Heart
It was when Marty and Karen yelled into the canyon below us, “tenemos medicina, tenemos agua (we have medicine, we have water),” at the top of their 60-something year old lungs that I shed my first tear and shivered from a body covered in goose bumps. I … Read More →
1.2.11 Photographing A Tribe Called Love
Had my mother not made the choice of moving to Yelapa, I would have lived this entire life without having been best friends with Yeni Chavarìn. Had my family not picked the little palapa up river behind my Tia Carmen’s cinder-block house, my memories would … Read More →