Somebody In New York Loves Me
I always hope to see youth talent and energy devoted to those on the outside- the 99% Those at the bottom and those willing to fight for an even chance at life. These photos represent an attempt to honor those who are at risk those who are willing to fight. those who can celebrate life breath and the human spirit and body. What better use of a camera?
This is a photographic essay on loneliness and disconnection, on the daily life of some of the dwellers of this fascinating but overwhelming city, which is the landmark of contemporary capitalism.
A good many photographers from New York travel the world capturing images of our calamities. This project is a photographic portrait of the New Yorkers´ escape from reality as a response to unattainable stereotypes of happiness and beauty.
The most intimate inspiration of this work emanates from the urgent need of putting forward the unfeasibility of consumption societies as a model for the future of both humanity and the planet. First of all, because it is not true that the consumerist model is available for everybody, because the majority of the people in the whole world (and New York is not an exception), can hardly afford their primary needs with the earnings from for their salaried slavery; and secondly, because the exacerbated consumerism instigated by capitalism, even if practiced by a minority, is one of the main causes of the environmental disaster that we are witnessing.
The photographs of this exhibition are one hundred percent documentary and were taken in two periods. The first one in 1994 when my career as a photographer was at its beginning and I spent six months in New York capturing the life in the streets in 35mm black and white negative. For the second period, in 2011, I counted on the support of the Fondo Nacional para la Cultura y las Artes (Mexico´s National Fund for Culture and the Arts) to spend three months in New York, where I continued recording characters of different sorts this time mainly in Manhattan, in 35 mm digital color format. A lady with an expensive fur coat, an elegant and angry man screaming to everybody and nobody, people living and dying at the metro, turning themselves into detritus, all of them with something in common: loneliness, desperation and disconnection.
What is it that defines the human species? What happened to the community sense inherent to us? Why can a handful of selfish people amounting less than one per cent of the world population dictate a set of rules and impose them on the rest?