Women in CDMX also wear colors, such as the tombs and walls shattered by the abandonment of the Dolores Civil Pantheon and La Ola Water Park. But these colors are not enough to conjure the fear of harassment, kidnapping and murder. Women in CDMX also walk alone dressed in bright colors, but most are forced to follow an uncertain, insecure course, even if they bravely approach the street. Color does not save them, nor does religion. It does not save them entrusting themselves to their dead in November, nor to the Virgin of Guadalupe. They only have to be empowered since their establishment in self-defense groups. His path seems to be drawn to a cross, behind which he always seems to wait for a male figure to perpetrate violence. From the color of the graves and the joy that seems to invoke to give happiness to the dead, there is also the fragile happiness that accompanies women in Mexico City. «Semapolis» goes about that. They are images that trace a polysemic path to warn about that reality, or those realities that intermingle and overlap in the overwhelming chaos of this cosmopolitan city that celebrates its saints and their dead in every corner. Continúa leyendo Semápolis: abandonment, color and death in Mexico City