In March 2015 we were in Buenos Aires, Argentina and I spent an afternoon in the grungy suburb of San Telmo focusing on photography and in particular portraiture. Due to all the top summary posts of South America at the time I didn’t publish these images.
We’re on the home stretch of this trip and prone to reminisce, join us as we remember the faces of Argentina.
To see other posts containing my photographs see the category “What you’d rather be seeing“.
Why do you want a photo of me? Great subjects aren’t always models.
The most European of Latin countries, racial differences make up a part of Argentina’s story still today.
“Do you want a photo of me or that silly thing behind me?”
Take the photo. Take it because I have little to give.
Another day another shoe. Just like so many before and yet to come.
Just another day, just another Che Guevara clone.
On the street or in the window, everyone’s a model in Buenos Aires.
Che Guevara or Lionel Messi my son?
Old and new, a once grand economy and now.
First date; or last?
Public property now private, what does your footpath say about you?
There are customers inside they can wait, this is fun.
We used to be such a powerful nation, now I have maté.