The world of contemporary art will just have to wait for another moment desif. I decided back in March I was going to surprise myself with Henri Cartier-Bresson photographs from time to time, and at that time he was in Spain.
About a year later, Cartier-Bresson left Europe for Mexico. He signed up as a member of a Mexican government-sponsored photographic expedition (which disbanded almost immediately.)
While he was in Mexico City, he was based in a crime-ridden area near the Candelaria de los Patos and the Calle Chimalpopoca, a zone reserved for the underworld and prostitution.
There’s no particular reason why I chose Mexican prostitutes as a topic other than these two photographs continue the “face” theme. And both Spain and Mexico share a common language. (Plus I uploaded the prostitutes in March so they were handy.)
Coincidentally, I think Henri was in a questionable neighborhood in Alicante, Spain, too, because he said of the photograph,
“The brothel was opposite the hotel where I was staying. It was the woman pimp- the madam. The gay man. And the maid.”