It’s been over 500 years since the European colonization of Latin America began. I sometimes wonder if anyone back then thought about, what the identity of the Mexican people would become one day. As a half Mexican, I claim that to some extent, being Mexican has and always will be part of my cultural identity. But what do we Mexicans see ourselves as?
Are we the descendants of Spaniards from Europe who conquered over the wild Indigenous people or are we in our hearts the Indigenous people who mixed with some Europeans? From my personal experience, Mexicans feel the latter and are proud of the rich history of the past. But this history is complex and full of civilizations engaged in brutal warfare over centuries and a Mexican people did not exist before the Europeans came. At the same time, calling someone an “indio” (indigenous person) in Mexico is considered a rude insult. How does that work together?
I have no answer to this question. What I have to offer instead is an image gallery that manifests the split cultural identity that lies within the Mexican people. We see groups of ordinary Mexicans, dressed up as indigenous people, dancing in ecstasy to the beat of the drums how they believe their ancestors danced centuries ago. It’s a spirit of going back to their true nature. And where does this scene take place? Every single day in front of the holiest catholic cite in the country, the Basilica of the Virgen de Guadalope.
Enjoy the newest gallery on this site by clicking here or on any of the photographs below.

















A Different Aproach
A Style of Sincerety
Atmosphere and the point of view
Between fascination and disgust
Bildunwürdigkeit
Craftsmanship
Damn tourists
Demand and Supply
Enchantment and surprise
Everything is in motion
Finding harmony in Chaos
Flaws | Magic | Age
Frozen Decisive Instant
Graphism
High key | Low key
Human Ingredient
Making you wonder
More than just a game
More than the sum
Natural Light
Photographers are chronists
Postcards | Tourists | Value
Simple Abstract
Tenderness
Tension
Through my Eyes
To read and to understand
Traces
We live, we share



