Manuel Alvarez Bravo & Memories of Mexico
When I was 17 and 18, I spent some time living in the mountains in Central Mexico. It was a time that changed my life, when I learned to investigate another world on my own terms and rethink all of my assumptions about travel, foreign cultures, and what it means to know a place and it's people. Not soon after, when I was living in New York, there was a massive Manuel Alvarez Bravo retrospective at the Met - literally hundreds of images. I must have seen it five times. It was so evocative of all the things I loved and missed about Mexico- wandering the quiet streets in the afternoon or the empty rooftops at dawn, gauzy curtains billowing in and out of windows, distant church bells, and soft pools of light.