words and photography by Karim Moreno
This series documents a night out in my city in a raw and honest way. It was a casual night out in Culiacán, Sinaloa, México. We were in a speakeasy bar called West in the heart of downtown. Later it turned out a little bit more clandestine and we moved to a bar that opened up recently, called Cultura Dance Club; it is so rustic that the floor is literally made up of earth. There is not much lighting, and regularly there is electronic music or reggaeton playing. Poncho is the common thread of three scenarios, the depa of Pérez, Cultura Dance Club and the house of Edwin, where he appears accompanied by a microwave, which is not a coincidence. At 5 a.m. Edwin, Mar and Poncho are hugging each other in a fraternal portrait, Poncho is sitting under the lamp and later Edwin’s cat, called Tokito on his lap.
When Poncho arrives with his friends, I am asking Mar cordially: Have you ever been photographed drunk on a Saturday morning? She responds: “Let’s go.”
