Lucha Libre
Roger Camp for Christopher A. Foster, 1954-2009 Your portrait of the masked Mexican wrestler you took in your twenties hangs in my home, the pride of the luchadore everywhere present. It speaks to your gifts as a photographer, wrestling dignity from the dingy depths of L.A.’s Olympic auditorium. The same can be said of the public masks your photos shed, the men at your uncle’s Mission, the derelicts on Skid Row, the steely eyed figure on the bench at the Long Beach Pike, even the Roman portraits you took outside the Piazza San Pietro. At his final fight the luchadore removes his mask his true face exposed. Your photographs preempted time unveiling myriad meins before their final bout. |
About the author:
Roger Camp lives in Seal Beach, CA. His work has appeared in the Atlanta Review, Dr. T. J. Ekleburg Review, Pank and is forthcoming in the Tampa Review and Hopkins Review. |