I'd had enough of death last year. October had come around and I decided to skip Dia de Los Muertos. It was never a big celebration on the Mexican side of my family. You could say it sort of skipped a generation or two. Still, I had been wanting to connect with this tradition in a way that was meaningful--not in a hipster way.
This year I went back to En Memoria at the Fairplex in Pomona, this time located in the area of the Fairplex I always referred to as the Mexican Village. I've been going there since I was a kid.
Rather than attempt at addressing issues surrounding cultural appropriation, or mislabeling it as the "Mexican Halloween", I'll just say that I was once again very happy to find a local celebration of Dia de Los Muertos in the city that I was born in. A celebration with local people, local artists, and the creators of these intensely intricate lowriders.
I know I said I'd had enough of death, but this holiday is a reminder to continue celebrating life. Listening to the beauitful mariachi music playing that night, I felt the many loved ones I've lost recently with me encouraging me to keep celebrating.
All photos shot with a Leica MP Typ 240.
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