Through 1996–1997, I routinely visited Mexico City's Lagunilla market to haggle with a vendor who had a cache of 1968 baubles. Being a grad student, I could afford few trinkets, but eventually I acquired the Lance Wyman–designed embossed treasures of an ashtray and some pins. During that same period, I photographed the 1968 student activists' reimaginings of Wyman's Olympic logos to challenge the ruling regime. These finds and images, however, were quixotically overshadowed by tours that I took with the Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México (UNAM) School of Architecture grad students. Having a limited architectural vocabulary in either English or Spanish, I learned the great architects and their projects. Over time, I came to recognize their work and their detailing without reading the plaques that adorn buildings in Mexico listing the names of architects (and civil engineers) and hailing their genius. Reading...

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