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Grafitti and postering, street art in general, is very uncommon on the streets of Habana. These three pictures were taken in Centro Habana neighborhood. The leftmost one is by swoon, the middle and right by mosco et associes. I saw them first in the spring of 2004. I think they were done as part of 2003 bienal.

more about swoon here

Batopilas is a small town in Chihuahua, Mexico. It is deep in a canyon that is one of many canyons that make up the Copper Canyon region of Northern Mexico. In 1997, its population had dwindled to well under 1000.
In the 19th century, Batopilas was famous for its mines, and was one of the first places in Mexico to have electricity. I lived there for three months in the spring of 1995.

Later I went south, where I had the good fortune to meet a group of indigenous filmmakers in the state of Oaxaca.
I went to visit a small zapotec village in the mountains with Crisanto, and stayed for a village festival that went on for several days. I met this little boy there.

In Mexico City, Kiko and Lorena were my neighbors for two years. We lived near the Torre LatinoAmericano, which we liked to visit. From up there, we could see the roof of our building. This is kiko.
We lived on Ayuntamiento, in el Centro. Not far from the chicken market. This is the landing upstairs in the house I had next to lorena and kiko.

Kathrin and I went to Vera Cruz for new years. We arrived very early in the morning. A rooftop on the old fort across the vera cruz harbor

My father and Judith came to visit and we made a trip to the Yucatan Penninsula. Saw lots of beautiful ruins. I confuse which is which.
My Mother and John invited me on a Train Buff journey through Peru and Bolivia. Some girls with pigeons in front of cathedral in Lima, Peru.
A bike ride to Tomas' studio in amsterdam with kathrin. The weird park we rode through ran along a canal, men lurking in the shrubs together.
Outside Hamburg, with Olli, driving to see a site in the town where he grew up that he and Maren and an old historian were uncovering from the 1930s.