MEXICANA - COMO MEXICO NO HAY DOS

I didn’t know much about Mexican culture, besides drug stories my ideas about Mexico were somehow influenced by television. In that specific case the reason why I went to Mexico was to visit my sister who had moved there six months before.

 


Nopales (prickly pear), Oaxaxa,  December 2012

 

When I was about eleven years old a famous Italian iced tea brand started producing a series of commercials based on Mexico. In these commercials there were always some Mexican people wearing huge “sombreros” and other people begging them to work. At first they would refuse any request because all they wanted to do was chill all day long but they would soon change their minds when somebody would offer them some of that “unique” Italian iced tea. So every time they would hear the piercing sound of the drink they would go “Pedro esto es Estathé!” and then they would do anything to get some. The language they spoke was often a terrible mix of Italian and a bunch of invented Spanish words. The settings were beautiful, Mexico was represented as the quietest place on earth and Mexicans appeared to be the laziest people in the world.
I got to Mexico City in December 2012. My first impressions were different from my expectations. People of any age would be working at any time of the day and Mexico didn’t seem to be as quiet as it looked on TV. I was told lots of things to do or not to do and I should always go with someone if I wanted to go see a specific area of the city. I spent the first week without taking a single picture even though my camera was always with me. It was like this until I didn’t feel like a stranger anymore. It was not about getting to know people or places but more about starting to recognize familiar ways.

Despite the fact everything in Mexico appeared stronger and over the top all of a sudden Mexico didn’t seem too different from my Sicily. That’s when I started feeling as though I knew the kind of images I was looking for. After some days in the Federal District we decided to hit the road travelling for about ten days towards the Mexican border with Guatemala. I consider this sequence of images a collection of the impressions that so far shaped my ideas about Mexico. A place closer to my culture than I imagined but at the same time strangely mysterious. 

This project appeared on Leica Blog

 


Quinceañera: in some parts of Latin America turning 15 years old is considered for girls the step from childhood to young womanhood, December 2012 

 


A fake polar bear as tourist attraction in front of the Bosque de Chapultepec (Mexico DF), December 2012

 


A newsstand in Mexico City, December 2012

 


Hidden kissers in the city center of Mexico City, December 2012

 


Danza de los Voladores (Dance of the Flyers), an ancient Mesoamerican ritual still performed today, December 2012

 


Passed out lady in the city center of Mexico City, December 2012

 


Working brothers (Southern Mexico), December 2012

 


Chiapas palm trees, December 2012

 


Wall sign: “Jesu Cristo Viene Ya!! ...Estàs Preparado!” (Chiapas), December 2012

 


Worker in Xochimilco Lake (Mexico City), December 2012

 


Chiapas abandoned hotel, December 2012

 


Working women in Chiapas, December 2012

 


Mariachi belt (Mexico City suburbs), December 2012

 


Agave field worker (Southern Mexico), December 2012

 


Pickup truck (Chiapas), December 2012

 


Mariachi (Mexico City suburbs), December 2012

 


Mexican bus informally called “pecero” which means “fish tank” because they are often loaded with too many people, December 2012

 


Aspiring owner of a machine gun (Mexico City suburbs), December 2012

 


Family tombs (Southern Mexico), December 2012

 


Self portrait (Chiapas) December 2012

 


The skull I brought home from my first travel to Mexico in 1997, February 2011