Showing posts with label Peru. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peru. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2009

crewz pop

in tribal life, are there subcultures that scoff at the actions of the majority? is there a small group of outsiders in the amahuaca tribe sittin' on the sides, watchin' a tribal feast, and saying somethin' like "no wonder the world hates us?"

friendsville, md, 1997

mr. mark likes the idea of living in trees. that's all.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

falln'


encourage broken bones and bruises in your young men. it makes 'em less likely to buy a corvette, put their balding coif in a pony tail, and hit on employees of cosi and panera bread past the age of 40.

children eat danger for breakfast, yo.

puno, perú, 2006

mr. mark ain't never met a slide he couldn't tackle.

Friday, February 20, 2009

u, black maybe, again, please?

could never tell you who hates who exactly. we all got our prejudices, put the pennies in the jar on that. maybe it's fascination. whenever i tried to kick it to that honey in high school, i'd get mad nervous and start flipping switches to see what she'd respond to. it'd end up with me talking about menstruation or somethin' i had no bizness disgusin' wit her.
same goes for the blackface awkwardness in south america. at least the blacker your face is, the finer you look in a 3 piece stitch, apparently.

cusco, perú, 2006

yo baby, mr. mark can tell you a lot about toxic shock syndrome.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

u, black maybe

there are warnings on meat in latin america that caution "raw meat consumption may lead to blackface." yet, it still remains a delicacy. crazy world, yo.


maybe they only had a can of jolson 27 left.

cusco, perú, 2006

mr. mark would like to warn that raw meat consumption can also make brown stuff in other places.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

doggie style

if society is reflected in how we treat our animals, then what does neutering say about the u.s.?

cusco, perú, 2006

mr. mark would never touch a dog's baggage.