“I’m just a straight up, ‘shit-kicker’ kid from Texas,” says Dominic Bracco. “I wore cowboy boots every day of my life until I was 20. I was that kid.”
Bracco, 29, a photojournalist now based in Mexico City, knew that he wanted to pursue photography from a young age. He grew up in Chapman Ranch, near to the Mexican border. As he neared adulthood, he became acutely aware of the deep-rooted issues of migration, drugs and cultural divides of the region. His mother was a children’s social worker; his great uncle, a human trafficker.
When he was still a teenager, he was inspired by photography series that documented the lives of two lovers addicted to drugs. Yet, even then, Bracco was already tapping into a humanistic perception of documentary photography that would come to define his style and approach.
After attending the University of Texas in Arlington to study Spanish Literature, and a handful of journalism jobs, including an internship with the Washington Post, Bracco began to feel restrained and restless. One day, he packed up his things and drove to Mexico for a couple of months. That was six years ago.
“Mexico was always a place I was enchanted with,” says Bracco. “In a way, my own identity was tied into it. As a kid who grew up on the border. It was where I felt safe, which was crazy because it was, and is, totally fucked up.”
Ciudad Juarez, one of the most dangerous and unstable cities in the world at the time, was where the photographer began the first of the three chapters that make up his project, ‘The Backs of Men’. He immersed himself within the Mexican community, spending time with families, getting to know local gangs, forming intimate family-like bonds with erratic young men.
Not something you might expect of a 22-year-old, white American who describes himself as “a timid introvert.”