Los-Angeles

Día de los Muertos is a Mexican tradition in which families come together to remember and celebrate loved ones who have died. At Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Los Angeles, the atmosphere was joyful yet deeply respectful of those being remembered. La Catrina, an elegantly dressed skeleton symbolising the universality of death, stood tall and colourful among the grey mausoleums and graves.

Brent and Marissa

Lisa and Anthony

Families and visitors embraced the occasion with elaborate costumes and painted faces, often with an almost theatrical playfulness. Colour and humour were part of the celebration.

The altars, or ofrendas, were filled with photographs, flowers and personal offerings recalling the lives of those being honoured. Some included colourful everyday objects, reflecting the personalities of those who had died.

On a work trip, making my way back to LAX, I stopped by Olvera Street. I had heard about its cultural importance for Los Angeles and for California.

I met people who return here every week, some for decades. Conversations moved easily between Spanish and English, between affection and ceremony. What emerged was not a performance for visitors, but a rhythm shaped by return — families, dancers, and elders gathering as they have for years.

Lázaro, Lucy, and their dog Chinapo, Olvera Street.

“We are just one nation,” Lucy said, speaking about the dance, the street, and the people who gather here. “Everyone is welcome.“

Bubbles, Olvera Street.

Victor, shining the shoes of a friend preparing to dance.

Raul and his dog Bella.

Raul has been coming to Olvera Street for more than forty years. He remembers where he used to sit, who used to be around, and talks easily about the time that has passed. Holding Bella close, he looks ahead just as naturally, joking that she’s going to be a movie star.

Guzmano, Olvera Street.

Guzmano came to the United States from Italy when he was nineteen. What followed wasn’t a plan so much as a series of chances — work found through people, a life built by staying. Now seventy-eight, seen dancing quietly at the end of the day, he stands as one more story of how this place has made room for those who arrive and remain.

Venice Beach has its own rhythm in the late light — skaters, street corners, people drifting through the end of the day, and a gentle bohemian feel that sits over everything.