Neobie Gonzalez

Sunday, 2 October 2016

“[Lee Lockwood] photographs the photographs and other images of Fidel that proliferate before his lens as the years wear on: a tiny Fidel speaks into a microphone, jabbing a finger into the sky atop a platform papered with a vast picture of his own face. That same face is stamped on a bandanna wrapped around the shoulders of a man who listens as Fidel gives a speech. A torn flyer showing Fidel and Karl Marx is taped to the wall in a cafe behind an avid group of chess players.” Esther Allen • New York Review of Books

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