Details, details, details. When I walk the streets, my eyes are constantly scanning the perimeters and my brains are crunching the data. If something comes up on the radar I move in for the kill, even when that means I have to track back a few meters.
I am walking the streets of Costa Rica’s capital San José. A tattooed leg walks past me. A close shot of a leg can’t be done without knowledge of the owner, so I make contact with the couple and ask if it is okay to take a picture of the tattoo on her leg.
“Sí, no hay problemas.”
Okay, bend – focus – shutter release. Check histogram. Okay? Thumbs up and move.
My eyes are onto something new and the focus is on some guy eating lunch while tending his roadside stall. Subsequently I move inside the church around the corner. I have spent at least 30 minutes roaming around here when a boy hands me a note.
“Esto es el numero del chica con el tattoo.” [This is the phone number of the girl with the tattoo.]
I am left speechless as the boy walks off, trying to remember what the girl actually looked like – or the tattoo for that matter. They have not left a deep impression. The fact she wants to pass on her number to me does. So this is how you connect with locals. I must be careful not to take any pictures of tattoos on male body parts.