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monzachole · 2 years

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Pierre Gasly | Mexican GP 2022

Photos by Jared C Tilton via Getty Images

#we have a new pierre photographer huh #pierre gasly #f1 #mexican gp 2022 #pierre

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kuramirocket · 2 months

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Leica has named Mexican photographer Luvia Lazo as one of four recipients of its fifth annual Leica Women Foto Project Award, celebrating photographers whose work embodies reclamation, resilience, and rebirth.

They will all receive a Leica SL2-S camera, a Vario-Elmarit-SL 24-70mm f/2.8 ASPH lens, and a $10,000 cash prize.

The winners were selected by a panel of acclaimed photojournalists and members of the international photography community and photo editors from some of the most prominent publications like National Geographic, The Washington Post, CNN, New York Times, and many more.

Luvia Lazo

Luvia Lazo, a Zapotec indigenous photographer born in Oaxaca, Mexico, looks at the essence of indigenous identity, generational shift, grief, and the relationship between people and their space, especially when that space has cultural and spiritual significance.

Photographer Luvia Lazo

Noted for her talent from an early age, Lazo has previously received the Young Creators program by the National Fund for Culture and the Arts (FONCA) in Mexico and the prestigious 2021 Indigenous Photograph award. Her work has been showcased worldwide, including in Mexico City, New York City, and Barcelona.

‘Mom at the Market’

‘Mother and Sisters’

‘Jewelry from Agua Fria’

‘Flor, Ita Savi, From the Coast’

‘Gold Maker, Gold Weaver, Gold Woman’

Lazo’s winning project, Women from the Clouds, is a mosaic of stories of contemporary indigenous women across a wide age range. The photographer’s goal is to create a richer understanding of the diverse experiences of indigenous women.

In the coming weeks, PetaPixel will chat with this year’s winners and showcase more of their work and stories.

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#🇲🇽#Luvia Lazo #indigenous #zapotec #mexican photographers #Leica Women Foto Project Award #mexico #Young Creators program #National Fund for Culture and the Arts #FONCA #2021 Indigenous Photograph award #usa #united states #new york #spain #europe

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my-life-on-parade · 11 months

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Say hello to Spartacus, our new puppy. He was a rescue pup (from a bad hoarding situation) and he’s four and a half months old. He’s a Chiweenie (a Chihuahua / Dachshund mix also known as a Mexican Hot Dog), and weighs less than ten pounds (expected to gain another pound or two at the most). He’s a total sweetheart, seems to be very smart, still a little timid in public and surprisingly quiet around the house.

#my gay life #tucson arizona #micheal ely #gay senior #gay couple #mark navarro #queer artist #queer musician #queer photographer #Chiweenie #Mexican hot dog #new puppy #rescue puppy #dog lover #queer activist #trending #gay rock singer #red wedding #puppy love

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pogphotoarchives · 5 months

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Snow on the New Mexico Museum of Art, Santa Fe, New Mexico

Photographer: Sydney Brink

Date: 1984

Negative Number: HP.2014.14.1333

The Santa Fe New Mexican collection

#new mexico #santa fe #snow #winter

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javieraestrada-blog · 2 years

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Saatchi's Artists: ONES TO WATCH

Saatchi has featured my work in their ONES TO WATCH. Full interview and images here:

https://canvas.saatchiart.com/art/art-news/javiera-estrada

#artist #artist to watch #saatchi gallery #saatchi art #saatchi #javiera estrada #javiera #javiera estrada artist #photographer #saatchi blog #mixed media artist #art news #photography #fine art photographer #mexican artist #Los angeles artist

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workingclasshistory · 1 year

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On this day, 10 April 1919, Emiliano Zapata, peasant leader during the Mexican revolution of Nahua Indigenous and Spanish descent, was assassinated in Chinameca, Ayala, by the "revolutionary" Carranza government. Early in life, he began to advocate for the rights of Indigenous peoples in Morelos when he saw wealthy landowners continually stealing their land, with no response from the government. So he began taking part in armed land occupations. With the outbreak of revolution in 1910, Zapata became the leader of the Liberation Army of the South. The force was a peasant militia fighting for "tierra y libertad" (land and freedom), a slogan they adopted from Mexican anarchist Ricardo Flores Magón. After Francisco Madero took power in 1911, Zapata denounced him for betraying the revolution, and drafted the Ayala Plan: a radical programme of land reform. Madero himself was then overthrown by counter-revolutionary Victoriano Huerta. Zapata's southern army allied with the revolutionary armies in the north, led by Pancho Villa and Venustiano Carranza. They soon overthrew Huerta, and called a convention to form the new government, which Zapata declined to participate in as none of the organisers had been elected. With Carranza in power, he only implemented moderate reforms, which fell well short of the Ayala plan, so the Zapatistas fought on. Carranza put a bounty on Zapata's head, hoping that one of his own fighters would betray him, but none of them did. In the end he was lured to a meeting with one of Carranza's men who pretended to be interested in defecting. When Zapata arrived for the meeting he was riddled with bullets, and his body photographed for propaganda purposes. He remains to this day a national hero, and Indigenous rebels in Chiapas who rose up in 1994 and created an autonomous territory named themselves after him. Learn more in this biography and check out our reproduction of an iconic photo of him: https://shop.workingclasshistory.com/collections/all/emiliano-zapata https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=606761904830362&set=a.602588028581083&type=3

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cybergus · 10 months

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Back in January I shot these series, Cinematic Street Vibes: Chinese New Year (Mexico City 2023) by Abelardo Ojeda.

I’m coming back to this almost abandoned Tumblr… but as we all know, Tumblr keeps being the last authentic place all over the internet. Street photography needs to be alive in these AI times. We need the real stuff, the streets.

Please share as much as you want. This is just the first update, I may need to create a few more posts to be up to my latest posts on Instagram.

As Michael Hutchence used to say: Welcome to wherever you are.

#original photographers #documentary photography #fotografos en tumblr #photographers on tumblr #mexico city #street photography #original photographers on tumblr #ciudad de mexico #fotografos mexicanos #mexican photographers #night photography #chinese new year #barrio chino #ciudad de méxico #fujifilm x series #fujifilm #streetphotography #original photography blog

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x-heesy · 7 days

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𝙻 𝚘 𝚟 𝚎 📷

New York and London 60-80s in the photo by Evelyn Hofer 🇺🇸 🇬🇧

Evelyn Hofer (* January 21, 1922, Marburg an der Lahn; † November 2, 2009 in Mexico City) was a photographer of German descent who later took on Mexican and American citizenship. Over decades, Hofer created a body of work that independently developed the tradition of August Sander's conception of images and also used color photography early on. Hilton Kramer, art critic for the New York Times, called Hofer "America's most famous 'unknown' photographer."

#photography #photooftheday #photo #photographer #photoshoot #nature #picoftheday #love #naturephotography #travel #photographylovers #beautiful #travelphotography #art #landscape #godsowncountry #portrait #photos #portraitphotography

Matter of Time by Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings 🎧

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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𝐍𝐘𝐄 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 🥂 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: strong language, alcohol consumption, el and the guys being unhinged with fireworks, clubbing, drunk elvis and drunk reader (can you tell i need a night out? lmao), tiny mention of the colonel, drunk parents, lil bit of smut at the end, mention of throwing up, hangoverssss.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY LOVES!!! 🎆 be careful with your lil fingers and don't forget to drink lots of water before bed to fight off that January 1st hangover ;)

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New Years Eve at Graceland is even more rowdy than Christmas.

Everyone is there; the guys and their partners, family from both your and Elvis' side, friends from outside of town and even some local fans that you got friendly with throughout time.

Before everyone arrived, you and Elvis made sure valuable things were locked away just in case things would get a little crazy (or more so, if someone got a little too drunk).

Elvis allowed you to create a photo corner in the music room – you'd hung up a mix of gold and silver tinsel curtain in front of the curtains by the window, creating a fun backdrop for the pictures.

You went all out, disco balls and photo props included.

Naturally, you and Elvis matched as he was wearing black and red and you were in a little black dress with red heels.

Drinks and food were served all through the night, keeping everyone satisfied. You and Elvis were good hosts and you liked seeing everyone having fun at your parties.

With the year 1970 only a few hours away, everyone's spirits are high and it doesn't take long before the drinks started doing their job.

Vernon is visibly loosened up, along with your father, trying to get the attention from your female friends even though both their wives are dancing their little hearts out near the dining room.

Both men were rather tough cookies to crack, so you enjoy seeing them like this, even though they are being typical men.

As long as your girlfriends aren't uncomfortable, you're fine with it.

You and Elvis have a full on photoshoot in the music room, with a tipsy Sonny as your photographer.

“Guys, can’t you ask someone else? They keep comin’ out all blurry,” he'd giggle, throwing another failed polaroid on top of the covered piano.

“’S because you keep wigglin’ on those giraffe legs of yours. Give it to me,” Elvis allowed his friend to go back to drinking as he took the camera out of Sonny's hand, turning back to you.

You could've easily used the digital camera, but you wanted to use the polaroid because you liked the aesthetics of it more.

And what Elvis' baby wanted, Elvis' baby got.

You'd pout at him when he told you to pose because you wanted him to be in it, but you did as told and put a glittery '1970' headband on your head as you posed for the camera.

After a few pictures, you switched places and took pictures of him as he used other props to pose with.

More people joined in on the fun and Joe eventually managed to take some cute pictures of you and Elvis, before you posed with the group and so on.

Because there were so many people at the house that wanted both your and Elvis' attention, you two would often be lingering around other people.

You'd catch up with your girls and family and joke around with his fans, while he'd be belting out laughter and jokes with other people.

The more he drank, the louder he got but as long as he'd stay away from the beer and champagne, you knew he'd be fine.

He'd catch your eye from across the room and mouth the words of the song playing to you, or shoot you flirty winks which you gladly returned.

Well before midnight, he found his way back to you and had you pressed firmly against his side as he took you in the kitchen where it was a little less crowded.

The two of you didn't have any special traditions other than a midnight kiss on NYE, but he had recently read something about a Mexican tradition that he wanted to try.

“Or was it from Spain? I don’ remember, honey, but basically we eat twelve grapes and make twelve wishes,” he'd grin as he held up the grapes in front of your face.

“Aren’t we supposed to do this at midnight?”

“Yes, but I really jus’ wanted some grapes,” he'd giggle boyishly, holding out a grape in front of your mouth.

You weren't sure if this was really how the tradition was done, but he made it his own as he'd feed you a grape and make a wish for you instead for himself when he did so.

You went along with it, doing the same as he did.

You were probably doing it wrong, but you liked this little moment you and him were having away from the party.

The Colonel wasn't a big fan of NYE bashes, but he showed up a little before midnight to wish Elvis and the others a happy new year.

You didn't give him much attention; serving him a drink and wishing him an early happy new year, before you made your way outside where Elvis and the guys were setting up the fireworks.

Ofcourse, you had stolen one of Elvis' coats to keep you warm as you sipped on your drink and got your sparklers ready.

Most of the fans were outside as well; the ones attending the party keeping you and some other friends company, younger fans watching excitedly from the other side of the gates.

As the countdown on the TV started, the guys came back to the house to find their way to their partners and to be there to wish everyone a happy new year.

Elvis was right there beside you, his arm swung over your shoulder, apples of his cheeks flushed due to the alcohol as he was smiling brightly while counting down the seconds loudly.

You counted with him, already moving closer to his face to close the distance between you.

When the clock struck twelve, everyone roared out a “Happy New Year!” and kissed and hugged.

As every year, Elvis kissed you deeply, sensually and probably longer than anyone else kissed their respected partners.

“Man, it’s the first kiss of the year. That’s my good luck charm right there,” he'd grin as Jerry and Red eventually pulled him off, pecking your lips a few more times before he allowed himself to be dragged away and onto the driveway to light the fireworks.

Having lit half of them on Christmas Eve, the show wouldn't last as long as usual but they still had enough to draw everyone's attention.

You wished everyone around you a happy new year, sneaking your way inside when (ofcourse) Elvis and the guys found themselves in one of their firework wars again.

You spend some time with your family, wishing them a happy new year and making sure they were still having fun.

At 1 am, all the fireworks had been lit and as the guys made their way back in the house, some people were leaving to attend other parties or go out clubbing.

You, Elvis, the guys and some fans left to go to TJ's Nightclub to dance the night away and go see Alan who was unfortunately working tonight.

Some family stayed behind at Graceland, as they would be staying the night. You weren't worried at all, knowing your mother was sober.

You and Elvis had been repeating yourselves for about an hour when you arrived at the club.

Wishing everyone a happy new year and so on.

Elvis had rented out the place until the early morning hours, but some people that had been invited hadn't been at the house so you were happily greeting old and new friends.

Alan was happy to see you, Elvis and the others, knowing that Elvis wouldn't let him work too hard.

Which he didn't; Alan soon left the work to his co-workers, sneaking away from the bar and into the dancing crowd.

When clubbing, Elvis was usually the type to sit in one of the booths with the other guys and join you for a dance or two... if you were luckily.

This time, he didn't leave your side once – probably because of the drinks he had already nursed at the house and because he wasn't blind, he saw the way some of his male fans were looking at you.

Come to think of it, he figured they were probably your fans rather than his.

You were oblivious to the attention and happy that you didn't have to beg him to dance with you, happily following him as he twirled you around to the rhythm of the music.

“I have a 13th wish for you,” he'd yell loud enough for you to hear him, smiling down at you as he'd have his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What is it, El?”

“My wish for you is that you’ll always be happy and that all your dreams’ll come true. Whether that’s with me, or not,”

“Oh shut it, you big idiot. Ofcourse it’ll be with you,” you'd laugh at the way he slurred his words a little, rolling your eyes playfully.

“I know, jus’ wanted to hear what you were gon’ say,”

He'd grin like a fool, twirling you around again before you even had the chance to reply, laughing at his antics.

Shots shots shots!

So many shots.

Both you and Elvis hadn't learned from your Christmas morning hangover.

It's only NYE once a year, isn't it?

You'd try pretty much every shot on the menu but when you two downed a couple of shots of tequila, you could barely think straight anymore.

Every time someone would walk a little too close to you or look at you for too long, you saw Elvis' jaw clenching and him shooting them the dirtiest look he could muster, no matter to who it was.

You managed to distract him every time though, making him dance or asking him for a lighter even though you had one in your purse.

Thankfully, he kept himself under control.

At around 5 am, you mentioned to Elvis that you were hungry and now the both of you couldn't stop thinking about food.

Most of your friends weren't ready to leave yet, so the both of you snuck out of the club.

Probably not the smartest idea, but since neither of you could drive, you started to walk through downtown Memphis on the hunt for food.

You found it at a 24 hour diner, which was completely empty apart from the people who worked there.

After some autographs being given out by Elvis (which took him a little longer than usual) and small talk, the two of you indulged in the greasiest burger on the menu.

In that moment, your drunk self felt more happy than on any other day and Elvis seemed to feel the same.

But after stuffing your face and going outside for a smoke and some air, it dawned on the both of you that you didn't have a ride back home.

Graceland wasn't exactly walking distance, especially not in the state you were in.

Going back into the diner with Elvis to call your mother to ask if she could pick you up, you felt like a teenager again.

Especially when your poor mother pulled up in her pajamas, laughing at you two after she playfully scolded you.

“’S all Y/N’s fault, ma’am. I didn’t do nothin’,” Elvis laughed from the passenger's seat, fumbling with the radio as your mother kept slapping his hand away, which only made him laugh harder.

“Zip it, Presley,” glaring at him, you'd slap his shoulder.

He would then reach his arm out to you and try to grab you, leaning over his seat which made your mother's scolding turn a bit more serious before she'd crash the car.

Back at the house, it was a surprise you and Elvis managed to make it into the bedroom.

Once you were undressed and freshened up, you were wide awake as you lay next to each other.

Now sex with Elvis while he was this drunk, was do-able. Sex while you were both in this state? A disaster.

You couldn't stop laughing the entire time, making him laugh as well; even when he was balls deep inside of you.

“Goddamnit woman, will ya stop laughing? I can’t focus,”

This would only make you laugh harder, your muscles tightening around him as you did and while he was still laughing, he couldn't hold back a moan.

You had to clasp a hand over both your and his mouth as he decided to fuck you into the mattress nonetheless, your drunk mind praying your family wouldn't hear you.

Your laughter soon died down as he hit your g spot with every thrust and he came inside of you when your muscles wouldn't stop squeezing him.

The both of you were dizzy after; high on colorful cocktails, shots and delicious orgasms.

“Love you, little,”

“Love you too, baby,”

You forced yourself (and him) to clean yourselves up again and once you got back into bed, it didn't take neither of you long to drift off into a deep slumber.

You were more than happy to sleep the first day of the new year away, snuggled up to your man.

The only time Elvis and you did leave the bed, was to run to the bathroom to take turns throwing up the contents of your stomach.

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omgthatdress · 1 year

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Josefina’s Christmas dress is another one of my all-time favorites. It fits the popular silhouette of the day, and it appears to have been inspired by this German fashion plate:

While Mexican women of the 1820s mostly wore outfits that today would be considered ethnic wear, the fashion popular in Europe was still very influential. Looking through historical photographs of Mexican women throughout history, you see a lot of traditional and contemporary fashions being mixed:

The mantilla she’s wearing comes from Spanish tradition, originating in the 16th century. I’ve read both that it comes from the influence of Muslim head-covering, or Catholic tradition of women covering their head during prayer. It’s worn by Spanish women during formal occasions.