Still Life
Time stops in Baldomero Fernandez’s moody, memory-infused photographs, but his Cuban roots and passionate soul shine through
You could say that Baldomero Fernandez’s career was born in a love motel, one of the rent-by-the-hour establishments that punctuate Calle Ocho, the main street of Miami’s Little Havana.
“For this child of the exiled, little carried more magic than the chance of capturing an otherwise ephemeral moment. That’s how memories are formed, he thought, and history remembered.”
Baldomero Fernandez discovered this scene at a beach club in Rockaway, New York where the ownser put in these plastic swans that hold chlorine tablets as told to Ideas of Order Magazine
by
Mirta Ojito
