From portrait to street
This men's t-shirt of Ikal takes the portrait as Yago Partal fixed it — the axolotl facing front, pinkish skin and reactive gills — and moves it to a garment you wear early in the morning, before coffee and before work. In the portrait, Ikal appears in a red plaid flannel shirt, inherited, open over a worn denim trucker jacket. The t-shirt is what goes underneath. The layer that holds on its own when the temperature rises and the jacket gets slung over a shoulder.
Ikal comes out of the canal with the hems of his jeans wet and his hands purple from the cold water. It's nine in the morning; he's been out since five past six and has already shed the layers one by one as the sun climbed above the ahuejote trees. What's left is the t-shirt. The sweat from the first stretch. The wooden-handled machete at his belt, the leftover rope coiled in his left hand.







