Why “Markets”
I grew up around good food. My mother was an excellent cook. My grandmothers, each Italian, taught me how to make pasta and hand fold cappelletti with care and reverence during the holidays. As I grew older, food became a connection to culture. My travels centered around finding good meals, and good people to share them with.
The markets in Mexico City represent everything I love about food —colors, textures, and smells heaped upon one another. They are more than places to purchase necessities, they are places to gather with friends, be entertained, partake in spiritual rituals—and of course, eat.
It’s strange that what is so accessible in Mexico City is hocked as a exclusive in many of our major U.S. cities: Eataly, Chelsea Market, Reading Terminal and others that skew toward artisanal eating and high-end shopping. Places to get fresh, local, high-quality goods and meals prepared with care shouldn’t be novelty—they can serve as the cornerstones of community.
Camera: Yashica Mat
Film: Fuji 400h
Camera: Yashica Mat
Film: Fuji 400h
Camera: Yashica Mat
Film: Fuji 400h
Camera: Yashica Mat
Film: Fuji 400h
Camera: Leica MZ
Film: Kodak TriX 400
Camera: Leica MZ
Film: Kodak TriX 400
Camera: Leica MZ
Film: Kodak TriX 400