Q: What is it that you try to communicate through your work, or what is it that you'd like to communicate?
A: This is more complicated. I don't know, I would like to communicate an experience of life [de vida].
Q: Of travel?
A: Of travel, but an experience of life: "This is what I live."
Eniac Martinez in Conversaciones con fotógrafos mexicanos (Conversations With Mexican Photographers), pub. Gustavo Gili 2007.
Q: What relation do you find between photography and reality?
A: It's always less and less. I grew up with the paradigm that photography was reality. But very quickly I realized that they're very different things, although photography, because of its nature, has the possibility of capturing a certain substratum of reality [...] Nowadays it's possible to develop other possibilities of photography, but always, as much as they might try to deny it, that substratum of reality will always be there, it's the ore of photography, it's one of its most attractive characteristics and I believe that the success of this non-representational photography of recent years wouldn't have been the same without this touch [gota] of the preexisting.
Armando Cristeto in Conversaciones con fotógrafos mexicanos (Conversations With Mexican Photographers), pub. Gustavo Gili 2007.
An evening at a Chivas game.
I don't really like using flash in very public places, as it draws attention, but I think being so easily spotted as a foreigner actually made it easier for me to be somewhat brazen with my camera this night. (Of course he would take pictures!) For purposes of discreteness, it helped that I was using the Golden Half, which is small enough to be slipped into a pocket, and also that my companions for the night had given me a Chivas jersey to throw on.
Estadio Jalisco is fairly old, but as Miguel, one of my hosts, told me, "es un templo de futbol" - it's a temple of football. Pele and Maradona both played there in their prime. I like the old-fashioned feel of these luxury boxes. This guy craning his neck to watch a replay on a TV above was the rowdiest fan in our area, at one point he was banging on the ledge with a metallic object of some sort.