In Strangers' Arms

I go to Recoleta cemetery.  Today I am inspired with the deceiving  inside and outside of my photos. This cemetery plays tricks on my mind, with my notions of the past and the present, myself as a subject and as an object.

To read more about the connection between tango lyrics and the culture of the Recoleta cemetery see In Strangers’ Arms (pp. 54-56). This cemetery is the porteño equivalent of Paris’s Père-Lachaise.