A handful of my favorite photos from Oaxaca, Mexico.
Thursday morning, I got a phone call that turned my world upside down.
This Sunday, I was overcome with another urge to check out the city on its most tranquilo day and snap photos. By accident, I found a hip-hop and graffiti event.
The situation turns claustrophobic quickly. Video camera in one hand, I’m not sure if I should keep the free one covering my purse like I normally would in a crowd or covering my butt to protect it from any opportunistic violations.
The only sounds came from a couple of cantinas, emitting the unmistakable smell of stale beer and woeful Mexican tunes which provided the ambiance. The traffic noise was absent, making for a pleasant if not a tad bit eerie journey.