The clowns of the Tatacoa desert
Whenever I see pictures of really interesting or stunningly beautiful places, the first thought that usually pops up in my head isn’t that I want to visit the place to soak up the peace and quiet. To listen to the birds, take beautiful panoramas, go hiking, swimming, exploring, whatever the place calls for. No, it usually goes more in the lines of “that would be a fucking amazing place for a clown shoot” (this is especially true for eery, desolate, deserted places… and ruins). And this is exactly what played through my head the first time I saw some pictures of the Tatacoa desert. I had to go there and take some clown pictures.
I’m not sure what that says about me, and I don’t think I really want to know. What I do know is that most of those places I never end up going to for one reason or the other (you know those top 10 ruins, creepy, whatever places articles on the internet for example, featuring, among other things, abandoned theme parks. Well, turns out most of those clown-perfect rollercoaster ruins are already torn down – what a bummer), and some of the places I do end up going, doing a clown shoot just aren’t in the cards. And then other times, well, other times the clown shoot happen, and it’s awesome, and we have a lot of fun, and the Tatacoa desert just happened to be one of those places.
Featuring Meryl the French clown, and Carlos the Mexican one. Enjoy!