Bars in Buenos Aires are beautiful. The light, the decor, the groups of men huddled together in earnest debate. This particular one always drew me in, but as a foreigner and a woman, I dreaded the silence I feared would accompany my arrival. It took me months of stopping in for wine and cheese sandwiches before I felt comfortable asking to photograph there. That night they were absorbed in some sort of card game I couldn't follow. No one seemed overly concerned about the score--they told me the dealer always won. Besides, the game seemed more of an excuse than anything. These photos are about the genuine love these men have for each other, the happiness in their eyes as they raise their voices, pausing to call out to each new arrival as he came through the door.