I spent Día de los Muertos in Los Angeles this year. I have always celebrated with my brother as we enjoy the festivities and admire las altares. It's a tradition we've carried out for several years as it's part of our cultures. It's not about decorating our faces as skulls, but the tradition of honoring loved ones who've left us to carry on their memories on earth. We light a candle for each of our grandparents and recount all the happy memories we shared. It's a moment to reflect on their lives and how they influenced who we are today.
Unfortunately, Muertos has been hijacked by many subcultures, particularly the rockabilly scene. It was never like that before, but somehow it exploded, and it has become a defining part of RAB culture. It's upsetting because most think it's cool to have Muertos themed clothing, wearing skull themed accessories, tattooing sugar skulls on their bodies without so much as an inkling on the true meaning of the tradition. It definitely brings out an awareness of the holiday, but it does so in the wrong way.
Alas, I should be happy that non-Latin cultures have taken an interest in the holiday, but there needs to be a respect for it as well. It isn't a passing fad. To treat it as such would be a slap in the face to all souls who graced this planet.
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| Placita Olvera |
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| Self Help Art Gallery on 1st Street |
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| Grand Park in Downtown LA |
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| Enjoying the view from my brother's balcony (with our dad peaking over the ledge) |
