Pelado's Welding Shop, 2013
I walked into an old car shop where two old men were chatting and drinking maté. After showing them my pho- tographs, one of them asked me, “You’re looking for trash and disorder? You want a welding shop?” “Yes, that would interest me,” I replied. The old man told me to look for “El Pelado,” and gave me directions. The town’s historic welder greeted me with a smile and had no problem with me taking a picture. There was hardly any space to put my tripod down and I had to move some metal scrap and oth- er detritus in order to position myself behind the camera. In a strange balancing act, I managed to take the picture, or so I thought. Back in Buenos Aires, after processing and scanning, I realized I had left part of the anvil out of the frame. In Roland Barthes’s terms, I had chopped off the punctum, the one object that held my attention over the rest. El Pelado scratched his scalp when, three weeks later, I showed up at his gate asking if I could take another picture.
25 de Mayo, Buenos Aires Province