Sunday, 15 April 2012


When I was a child my father used to take me to the bullfights. Many years later while in the Basque Country, in the town of Ezpitia, I managed to accidentally meander onto a bullfight with my camera. I walked around photographing people before the event and stumbled upon this image of a young boy framed between his elders and a bullfighter, named Espartaco. It took me 24 years to print the negative, until last week, and then I finally realized that the boy was a representation of my own self at that exact age when my father used to take me and my brothers behind stage before the start of the bullfights while we were growing up in Cali, Colombia.

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