Let's start with hair color. Fake hair color. Hair color that doesn't even pretend to be natural anymore. I see this color, in various shades of the color not taking, on a lot of Mexican women. What was wrong with her undoubtedly beautiful black hair? This color does nothing for her skin tones. And it clashes with her top.
Then we have the probably straight guy who never saw this on Queer Eye. I don't think of myself as old-fashioned, stuck in my ways or even faintly conservative. But c'mon. Skirts on guys is just so wrong in so many ways.
Now here's something done right. This local woman, most probably with deep roots here in the Yucatan Peninsula, is proudly and naturally wearing her native dress, the huipil. I never get tired of seeing the work that goes into these. On most of them, the flower embroidery is still done by hand. Notice that even in this heat, she has her trusty shawl with her. That shawl is multi-purpose, used from everything to keeping warm to carrying groceries and babies and even as a hot pad when needed.
It looks like a tie-dye vat exploded on her. Why do people think that bright colors equal Caribbean? Maybe this t-shirt would be at home on some Reggae island, but not here. It is just garish and rude. And what's with the beaded hair? Why do women, and some men, think that being here on vacation means getting their hair done up in these ridiculous braids and beads? The only person to ever be able to carry off that look was Bo Derrick. And that time has long since come and gone. But if you are going to insist on doing this to yourself, don't forget to apply suncreen to all the new parts in your hair. Sitting at a table next to you in a restaurant, when your scalp is all scaly and shedding from being sunburned over and over, is not appetizing at all.
Speaking of color, again with the bright colors. I supposed orange and yellow are in the same color group. But still, pairing them like this is hard on the eyes. Especially when viewed in the bright, intense light we have here. I suppose the black socks tone it down a bit.
Color, color everywhere. I guess if you haven't had a chance to get any tan yet, the next best thing is to wear the brightest color against your lily white skin as possible.
This couple is so typical around here. I can just hear the conversation as they walk along:
HER: I smell ham burning.
I wish you could have seen this guy in person. I waited for him to pass before I took this picture. The front was not a pretty sight at all. Nope, not at all. This look is only beat by the overweight, beer-bellied older men walking around town wearing nothing but a speedo that is two sizes too small. In case you didn't notice, this guy is only wearing his underwear, a pair of boxer briefs that are waaaaaay to tight for public display.
Finally, for this edition, we are back to that dastardly hair color again. Why bother or spend the money when it is going to turn out like this?
So, people. Like it or not, I am out there with my camera and I am just waiting for you to walk by! You have been warned.