Marfa, TX is a pretty magical place. It is probably my favorite little town in the U.S. And it is one of the few places that gives me hope for the U.S. at the heart of it, it is a farm town, a place where cowboys rule. but it is also a place where really cool art is at home, a tiny place that has a hipster hotel. and of all the places the bar at this hipster hotel is where you can find yourself talk to a local cowboy, a local farmer, and a local NPR reporter, and a East Coast art collector, two private airplane pilots who are delivering some customers, and you all chat about what is going on this country without fights breaking out, without arguments. It truly is a magical place.
I was there last week, spending three days there at the tail end of a road trip that started in Brownsville (more or less where the Rio Bravo empties out into the Gulf of Mexico. Most of the photos I took on the trip where to document that various border towns, but once I made it to Marfa the local art vibe I guess took hold of me and I experimented a bit more, and what better subject to experiment on than the Marfa Prada.