That time of the year.
After struggling several weeks with the decision whether or not go on a 12-hour night shooting at the Basilica de Guadalupe, I’ve decided to go again, for third year in a row.
Being the greatest religious feast in Mexico, it is said that the church receives millions of people on a two-day-period, traveling from all the country and some places from South America, riding bikes, walking or on their knees.
Why? Well, obviously the feeling of being among 5 million people or so is overwhelming. It makes me think a lot of things, even though I’m not very religious, but finding yourself alone in the middle of the night, trying to spot people to photograph, it is certainly a life changing experience.
I’m thinking on building a solid series this time. The first year I focused on feet and shoes (it’s not a fetish, it is just a representative symbol of those who walk several days to get there), and last year I went with candid portraits (like the picture above). I’m not quite sure what I’m going to seek this year.
Tattoos perhaps? It is widely known that gang members and delinquents visit Our Lady of Guadalupe looking for forgiveness, and some asking for permission to continue to commit crimes (as a way of living) for another year, so their gang marks, and their inked images stretching all over their back could be an interesting theme to pursuit this year.
(Suggestions on themes for the series are always welcome.)
"O’ What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!"