Mexico 2007 > 2009
I had just gone there to say hello. I finished up dropping my bags, feeling at home. Being one of the oldest Latin American villages, Cholula has the look of a film-set, with strong pre-Columbian vibrations embedded below the always changing volcano. My Holga camera, a simple little plastic box, came along with me at zenith times, usually forbidden for photographers. Nevertheless, it is then that the colors came up on the film, and that enchantment appeared when the curtain went up.