Luchador! The Real Nacho Libre…

12 Oct Luchador! The Real Nacho Libre…

Last summer I was sent on a shoot to Mexico City by a client.  After 3 days of shooting some high-profile salespeople, Dainon (my accompanying writer) and I  finally had some time to check out the sights and sounds of this amazing metropolis.

Once we had stuffed our bellies with Gringas (a kind of taco el pastor with cheese and pineapple), Dainon suggested that we see if there was a luchador match in town that night.  Our hotel concierge was kind enough to point out the main arena on a map and off we went.  We arrived an hour before the gates opened and purchased tickets from a dodgy looking lady who assured us that the tickets were legitimate.  With nothing to do for an hour, we popped across the street to a quaint little bar where we sipped margaritas as a one man band serenaded us with music that was trite, at best.

A slightly tipsy hour later, the gates to the match opened.  Out front, we were immediately accosted by security who wouldn’t allow us to bring in our camera gear. I told them we were there with an American magazine and asked to speak to the head of their PR department.  This turned out to be quite fortuitous, as she promptly came out and escorted us to stellar press seats, giving us back-stage passes as well. It was an interesting experience to say the least.  Meeting the superstar luchadors backstage was a great experience. But I think the highlight of the evening had to be when the midget dressed in a blue and yellow gorilla-suit joined in the fracas – true story…