when i was in university, one wall of my very cramped bedroom was adorned with a large che guevarra poster that my brother made. i didn't even know who the bloke was at the time (i was "absent" when that was taken up in world history in high school) but he was good looking and a good looking man is good enough to be hanging in my bedroom wall. it only went down when a leak in the roof caused it to bleed to nothing more than a red cardstock with black smudges. which was fine because that was the day i moved from the family home to my own apartment, something unheard of in our culture. a single dudette living on her own? you should've seen the neighbours' and the relatives' faces and heard their not so subtle whispers. but as the poster indicated it was for me a revolution!
This is iconic, very well done and it prompts me to read up more on Che as there's a bunch I don't know - but I love where you took it (your own revolution and moving out!). :) @summerfield
A FAV!