Dance brigade. San Francisco. 2016. (We are on a mission here, folks)
All you need to disinfect the planet. Bogotá, Colombia. 2020. (c)ourtesy Oscar.
The gentleman bird thief. By Bué the warrior, a Belgian artist living in Mexico. Colonia Roma, Mexico city. c. 2018.
Fee-lines. Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2018. For Juanito.
Penang by bus. Rastafari! (May have posted some already. Filing system not optimal. Georgetown, Malaysia. 2017.
Street art safari, Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2017
Dressed to kill. (Don’t mess with us). Bogotá. Colombia.
No parking. More of Bué. Mexico city.
Welcome, welcome. Ciudadela crafts market. Mexico city. (Who cares about the year, right?)
Catch me if you can. Bogotá. In one of the “baddest” parts of town. But. Some of the best art… Always a choice.
“Guadalupe Gallardo. Disappeared on October 5th, 2017.” I’ve already posted this one. A dozen blocks away from the house. Thousands disappear in Mexico every year. Is that a portrait of Guadalupe? Or was the text written later on?
The Hummingbird Goddess. Bogotá. Tourists of foreign origin (I suspect) to the left.
I‘m bored. Part of a juvenile detention centre was converted into a small park with street art. I don’t know whether this is a portrait of one of the inmates. A bit young maybe? What happened to the inmates, for that matter? Tlalpan. Mexico city. 2020.
Save the giraffes. Bogotá. Colombia. Believe it or not, giraffes are headed towards extinction. Lost 40% of their population in the past 30 years. down to 68,000 individuals. Loss of habitat. Poaching. (For what?) Civil war. etc. Some giraffe sub-species are practically extinct.
No idea neither where nor when. Since I adamantly refuse to turn on the “location” feature on my photos… Apple already has enough info on me.) Latin America, that’s for sure. Artist: “Remixuno”…
That I know. UNAM. National Autonomous University of Mexico. Latin America’s top institution of higher learning and research. Accidently, very good art. Closed now. All classes and research are conducted on-line.
Chinelo dancer. Frequent visitors to this blog should recognize them by now. Two hours South of Mexico city, last month. In the middle of nowhere. The divinity on the Dancer’s robe is Quetzalcoátl, the plumed serpent God of the Aztecs.
The strange animal to the right is an amphibian. Very rare, can be found only in Mexico. It’s called Axolotl. Nahuátl, the language of the Aztecs, is a tad difficult to pronounce.
Zirca. This cute camping car with US plates had been stationed for months in front of a nearby park and a nice café across the street. I could imagine a travelling circus. Never moved though. I suspect it had been stolen. Last time I saw it, it was at a body and paint shop on another street. New “owner”?
Sidewalk zombie. Mind them at night. They have been know to bite.
“The last picture show”? Ever since last year, the last patrons of this bar are Caterinas and Calacas… Mexico city.
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