Thursday, December 29, 2011

Dreaming of a White Isthmus

There's a restaurant a couple of blocks from our offices, Maria y Su Bici (which is actually really terrific, if you're ever stuck in Querétaro for some godforsaken reason), specializing in the food, flavors and overall mezcal-soaked ambiance of Oaxaca - home of Benito Juárez, Mexico's shortest, second-brownest president. As part of the decorative theme, they wanted to display some examples of traditional Oaxacan peasantwear. It's hard to tell if this is another example of latent Malinchistic aspirations, or simply a dearth of good Zapotec mannequins, but the result looks like an EZLN/Abercombie & Fitch mash-up:

The young lady would literally burst into flames if she dared expose skin that alabaster to the Oaxacan sun. Her husband, meanwhile, looks like he's heading to Yale on a rowing scholarship.

For comparison, here are some randomly-selected couples from Oaxaca's Guelaguetza festival. See how many differences you can spot.

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