martes, 6 de noviembre de 2012
Through Someone Else's Eyes
We were in Oaxaca recently, my boyfriend and I. We were sitting in a cemetery, waiting for a choir to begin their performance for the Día de Muertos celebrations. Niches lined the outer walls of the pantheon, graves, empty and occupied a like, all 2,400 of them bearing a candle. As we waited for the performance to begin, my boyfriend trying to nap on my shoulder, I looked around, out across the grave yard, back over the niches. I was doing this until I realised that I could see the niches through the glasses of this man seated in front of me. I like this photo because it is like seeing the world through someone else's eyes: a slightly contorted version of what you see as your own reality.