This is a video I made for a post that my good friend Meara O’Reilly wrote for the SF MoMA blog a while ago. I’ve partially edited a longer cut with more dancing, but I’m having a hard time deciding how long each cut should be, and what to do about jumps when I cut between scissor dancer clips. There isn’t really enough of a story about any of the dancers. When we were in Peru we were thinking mostly of agriculture and not dancing so we just kind of blindly (though enthusiastically) archived this. Looking back at it, this is one of the easiest indicators of how different and isolated the Andes are from western culture. Though there’s clearly break dancing moves sometimes! And you can watch loads of it on youtube (search: danzante)!
And because I’m starting to reminisce, here is ONE more. This is a song. I’d never heard these ladies before, but I’ve been to Puquio and when I go back to Peru I will most certainly be passing through Puquio on my way to Andamarca. And eating Peruvian porridge in the market. And having one last slice of pizza. This type of music is de rigeur in the highlands—playing in every combi van, bus, and restaurant.