Desirous of shooting documents from the brothels of Ciudad Juárez, I was stymied by a consistent and aggressively stated edict of no photos allowed. I noted men called copas walked freely through the bars offering to take Polaroids for just a couple of bucks so I decided I’d hire them to take pictures of me and whichever prostitute with whom I was sitting. A man and a woman sitting at a table, drinking and smoking—the same picture taken a million times every day all over the world. For about six weeks, about twice a week, I’d cross the river to Juárez and come home with four or five Polaroids of which I would make black and white copy negatives. I became nicknamed Señor Copa. For a while, it was a lot of fun, and I was loving the photos, but soon it became a lonely endeavor, and I stopped. In retrospect, I wish I had made more, and I wish I had kept a written journal of my experiences, but by the time I got home I was usually drunk.
Signed artist archival pigment proofs of these images are available for collection:
14″ x 21″ on 17″ x 22″ Museo archival cotton paper. $500@
12″ x 18″ on 13″ x 19″ Museo archival cotton paper. $300@