South America is full of Volkswagen Beetles. I began shooting this series when Suze and I were in Montevideo. This one was shot on the Uruguay coast in Punta del Diablo, close to the Brazilian border. It’s so funny to see them all everywhere. You get the feeling like there’s this secret army of old-school hippies motoring around.
If you click on the photo, it’ll bring you to a collection of the Beetles I’ve shot, mostly in Uruguay and Peru. If anyone wants to sign me up for an advertising campaign with Volkswagen, holla!
I’m posting a bunch of old photos because I’m currently traveling.
When I first moved to New York, I loved taking photos of people sleeping on the subway. Most of the photos turned out badly because the camera I was using at the time wasn’t great in low light. Then, when I upgraded to an SLR, the shutter made such a noise that it was hard to take photos on the sly. But here’s one of a guy sleeping on the train to Machu Picchu.
See more of my Sleepers series here.
There are an incredible amount of Volkswagen Beetles in South America. I first began shooting them when Suze and I were in Uruguay. I have a whole collection. Because I haven’t been shooting much lately, I’ll share some Beetles with you this week.
I shot this mustard-colored one in Ollantaytambo, Peru, just after getting off the helicopter.
This is the train to Machu Picchu. It was such a trip to get to Machu Picchu (and even a bigger trip getting out). But the train ride was so beautiful. Sticking your face out of a moving train is one of the greatest pleasures in life–something that America seems to have stripped us of with overhyped safety regulations.
The other night I met up with a kid I met on this very train. He didn’t make it to Machu Picchu because of the floods. There was a critical point of decision-making that day. My brother and I made the decision to stay over night in a town halfway there while the kid returned to Cusco to start from scratch the next day. We made it; he didn’t.
Our overnight trip to Machu Picchu turned into a week-long adventure when torrential rains caused landslides, rendered the roads into town impassable, and stranded us in Aguas Calientes for five nights. We were eventually evacuated by helicopter. I took this photo while Stuart and I were being airlifted out on the sixth day. This guy is telling us to crouch and shield our eyes as we approach the helicopter.
With each helicopter carrying only 7-25 passengers, it took a long time to evacuate some 2,000 of us. Uncooperative weather, disorganization, and the priority situation in Haiti made things even slower. Luckily Stu and I steered clear of most of the melodrama, and for the most part people were calm and peaceful. If you ever find yourself in an emergency zone, pray that it’s with a bunch of hippie backpackers; they’re not quite so prone to anxiety and mass hysteria.
If you click on the photo, it will take you to a set of 20 photos from the week. I was waiting on publishing these because I’ve been trying to sell them, but I don’t think this will matter. Anyhow, this photo, along with one other, was published on Matador Trips yesterday.