A street in Buenos Aires, 2003.A window in Mendoza, 2007. My one-man shows are generally light and fun, but I give them the odd sharp edge. This image was a late addition to My Argentina: Learning Spanish and Loving Thatcher. It always drew an uncomfortable gasp, as well it should have.Jardín Botánico, Buenos Aires, 2009.Escadaria Selarón, Rio de Janeiro, 2013. Unlike the others, this was not meant to be a Nazi symbol.
