Sunday 26 November 2017

Mi Madre, Abril 23, 1922 - Nov 25, 2007


Una vez más llegan a la mente su voz, su mirada bondadosa y el rostro que heredamos.
Hoy más que nunca llegan a la mente sus palabras, la memoria de su ejemplo sin igual y tantas otras cosas que se rehusan a perder brillo en estos tiempos que hoy vivimos.

Thursday 2 November 2017

Newcomers to San Francisco, (Laura and Sahara 1984-85)


This beautiful picture brings back some amazing memories from an almost magical time. The first pad on Fulton and Diviss, the discovery of a wonderful city and the new life we all embarked upon.

Monday 25 September 2017

Beto Borja, September 26th 1997


Twenty years have gone by since that morning in Cali where I saw my younger brother alive for the last time. Twenty years which have been enough to fill another lifetime and we must continue to fulfil the mandate of our tasks: to work, to love, to live. And to remember those we carry in our blood, to honour their memory.
My baby brother remains -as it must be in photographs- distant, frozen in time, the downcast gaze fixed forever on this portrait. His spirit still resides in my soul.

Mónika Herrán, Cali 2000 (Yellow Portrait)


Friday 25 August 2017

Fuego en el Veintitrés... (San Francisco, CA 1984)



Having just moved to san Francisco CA, in April 1984 I was awakened every single night by the constant sound of fire engines' sirens. This created a bit of concern because it happened every night and it was more poignant because we had just moved from Cali, Colombia, where sirens were few and far between.
A few weeks after arrival there was a fire across the street right on Divisadero Street and Fulton at about midnight. 
Having this event so close to home I didn't even have to get out of my pyjamas, so I got my Hassie, always loaded, and pushed open the little toilet window on the side of the apartment, and voila! 
What you see is what you get. Back to bed because tomorrow was another day and had to be on the job by eight o'clock. 

Early Evening Walk