Lost Holga rolls of Mexico pt 2

Mexico city fountain and sculpture


Mexico city architecture

These last three are all from Isla de las Muñecas (Island of the Dolls). A man that lived on an island fished all of these out of the surrounding canals and hung them around his island to ward off the spirit of a young girl who had drowned nearby. It's one of the strangest and spookiest places out there, and an absolute thrill to see.

The lost holga roll of Mexico

Housemates, meat towns, waterslides - everything you want on an overlapping never before seen roll of film.


oscar and his multiple personalities


bff's 4 eva


cara and carrizal (crazy waterslides and hot springs)


las trancas = meat, carrizal = waterslides (and jamaica in a plastic bag)


oscar and gerry

Once upon a time in Mexico

Thanks to neg scanners at uni I've rediscovered some old photos from Mexico that never saw the light of day.




a very common place to find a dog in Mexico


"with my solitude I will die"






The cathedral where the guerrilla army the zapatistas took control in 1994, and were subsequently slaughtered by the Mexican military backed by the US. Just another sad chapter in Latin America's history.

oldies but goodies

Some shots from Mexico, that remind me of how much i miss cross processed film.













the doll pictures are from this little island hidden in the canals of Xochimilco in Mexico City, appropriately called island of the dolls. The island owner fished all these dolls out of the canals and hung them around his house in order to scare off the ghost of a girl who drowned in the canals years earlier. By far one of the creepiest places i have ever been.

Nostalgia/Mi Querido Mexico

I spent last year living/studying/traveling in Mexico, and while I love Australia, Mexico also has a good chunk of my heart. I'm not quite sure what it is, but the people, the culture and the music mystified me and I really miss it. Lo extrano tanto.
At the moment I've been listening to some Mexican and Latin American music by Manu Chao and a little band from Mexico called Sonex who I saw perform live in a sweaty little bar in Xalapa - I dare say it was the BEST gig I have ever seen, lightshows and musical genius will never compare to being completely passionate in the music you are performing and passionate about your culture, your stories and your history. I can't help but be transported back to specific times and places in Mexico when I hear certain songs.

Since I'm on this little nostalgia kick, I thought I would post a photo from Mexico, and then looking back over them all, I decided that I cannot narrow it down to less than six (and that is being brutal about my choices).


This was the first photo I remember taking both in Mexico and on my then-new Film SLR camera. I wasn't even sure how to use it properly, i remember barely checking the exposure or the focus and just clicking away, afraid of missing an opportunity. This photo is so typically Mexican, I mean its got a bunch of donkeys in it for crying out loud!


This was the first photo I printed in my first photography class, it was pretty exciting. I'm obsessed with lines and perspective. It's of a hostel we stayed in called La Giraffa Hostel, it had bed bugs.


One of the first photos I took again, this is a Mexican sink. I never quite found out what the stick broom thing is for, but its where we washed our clothes by hand (only the ones you were afraid the laundromat might shrink).


This is one of my favourites, it's the cobblestone road to Xico (Hee-Co), a small town outside of Xalapa where there are some beautiful waterfalls. I remember my legs were eaten alive by bugs and the bites scarred for months, we were driven back to town by an eleven-year-old.


This was taken in another nearby small town called Jalcomulco, where there are people who can turn into animals - they're called Nahuales. We spent the day drinking beer and I kissed a boy while we were sitting on rocks in the middle of a river - which was romantic except for the old man bathing a donkey nearby.


This graffiti was on the side of a little Mexican bar, a Cantina on a little island surrounded by Carribbean waters. Only Mexican men really drank there, and the graffiti says "With my solitude, I will die". I think this photo works better in colour (i have a colour copy, the wall is white with red and yellow lines) but this graffiti really affected me when I first read it, and still does.

So I'm done with the nostalgia, for now.

In other news, I'm starting a new job soon at a certain Government Funded Media Agency doing transcription for radio and television. Just thought you might like to know that your tax payer dollars are going to a good cause i.e. me.