“Rather than a tale of greed, the history of luxury could more accurately be read as a record of emotional trauma. It is the legacy of those who have felt pressured by the disdain of others to add an extraordinary amount to their bare selves in order to signal that they too may lay a claim to love.”
― Alain de Botton
“Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways. ”
– Oscar Wilde
Although I prefer black and white photography, there is something about Mexico which demands the colors be honored. Consider even the Day of The Dead (which coincidentally falls on my birthday each year) – a celebration of the deceased that calls for the coloring of skulls and skeletons of all kinds. Like this little street I photographed in the art district (artcabo.com) of San José Del Cabo, every shop is full with local colors and artisans work – you just have to leave the secure resorts to experience them. And please do. Here you will be challenged to find items NOT made in Mexico. It’s entrancing. It’s homegrown. It’s authentic. I know that many people prefer the pristine beaches and upscale shopping of the Hawaiian Islands, but give me the perpetual underdog of Mexico and artists that follow her and I’m more than content.