DELPOZO, A/W 2014-2015

Yesterday, at about 5pm (Spanish time), the moment we’ve been waiting for arrived; Delpozo’s comeback to the New York Fashion Week catwalk. Our outfit choice? Sofa, blanket, hair made a mess and popcorns to watch it in streaming. This is the new ritual since Josep Font took Jesús del Pozo’s place in the firm; when we get to be so cool that we get invited to fashion shows, we’ll do the same in front row. Back to what I was talking about; yes, I said ritual. It’s not really us, but, season after season, we become crazy screaming fashionistas every time Delpozo’s designs go around the corner in any catwalk. We go crazy for the oversized coats, the colours, the patterns, the delicacy… EVERYTHING. We can be really proud of him; one of the best and most talented designers is a success in New York and, accordingly, in half of the world. We can compare him with the best names without the shadow of a doubt. Ooooooolé.

Cope-Arnold, absolute love

You might have already seen the creations of this couple, right? Well, we don’t care a bit; we had to post this too. Nicholas Alan Cope and Dustin Edward Arnold know exactly what is good, what is ok, and what is bad. They master every type of creative skill, starting from fashion, passing through photography and ending up with design. All this talents mixed together leave us staring in awe when we admire their extremely refined images. I’ve already tried with the blankets at home; disgracefully, as you can imagine, I look more like a sack of potatoes. Cope-Arnold, our love for you drives us crazy.

Leonce Raphael Agbodjelou

There are thousands of photographers specialized in portraits, but just a few can obtain a balance between their homeland’s tradition and innovation. Leonce uses people from his hometown, Porto-Novo (Benin), to create attractive compositions, keeping the photo-documentary background that is unique to them. Who could mix a couple of muscular black men with flower patterns worthy of an 80 year-old granny without making it all look simply ridiculous? Hooray for Leonce Raphael Agbodjelou!

Disco-Balls melt according Rotganzen

Like Dalí’s clocks which melted like Brie cheese in the sun, disco balls also feel their time’s over, and slump like our bodies on the sofa on a Sunday afternoon. Rotganzen, an artistic collective from Rotterdam explain in this way their melting disco balls: memories from a glorious past. Rotganzen are three boys: Robin, Joeri and Mark. Together, they form a powerful group that creates some attractive works. They play with the humour of the objects and give them a personality, as they did with disco balls. Disco balls used to be big, beautiful and shiny. They had the centre of the dance floor all for themselves during decades, and now we see they have changed their shape from a point of view that doesn’t bear any catastrophic tone, but genuine humour. Like a deflated balloon that you keep out of pure affection, but that you also can’t wait to see in the bin when it’s nothing more than a worthless piece of plastic. Similarly, the ball understands it’s time to retire and start something new. Or maybe it’s just that disco balls also have hangovers.

Monica Menez’s vision

I’m going to be as direct and clear as possible: Monica Menez makes us horny. It’s true that she is physically very good, but it’s her work what excites us. She is pure La Monda style, a perfect example of what we like or makes us cry with commotion. Fashion, images, videos and style all combined with humour, colour, defiance, originality and impudence are the most notable part of her work, so, evidently, as you have already guessed, we finally found our favourite photographer/creator. Her Hors d’oeuvre deserved a victory at the Madrid Fashion Film Festival (link below). Fish&Hips, Funny Games, Dear David, Kirkwood are some of her works that you HAVE TO take a look at. Monica, there’s only one thing we can say to you: Wir lieben dich.

Craig&Karl: You in London and I in in New York

This duo lives and works at an Ocean’s distance: maybe designing together and yet separately is the key to their success. Craig&Karl or Karl&Craig live in the two best cities in the world (we’re so sorry for this, dear Barcelona) and get together to celebrate what’s best about them. Their mixture is well known: a lot of colour, powerful strokes and a good squirt of pop. The cocktail is so inviting that no area of creativity could resist to its magic: fashion, photography, collage, and illustration… Their patterns have invaded everything, our immense and dotted hearts too!

LORENZO VITTURI

At a local street market you can find panties for just two euros, tracking suits with golden details, hair extensions, fruit, old hags shouting out their ridiculous prices, fake and fucking ugly Barbies, flea-inhabited blankets… What you do not expect is that a photographer as talented as Lorenzo Vittori could take all these elements that you can find at London’s Dalston Ridley road Market and combine them into colourful surrealist compositions, which make rotten fruit, hair extensions or even simple slugs something dangerously attractive. We’re waiting for Lorenzo to pass by our neighbourhood market, so that he can make a new still life out of “Jélo Kitty” sweaters and trousers, giving new impulse to the “choni” aesthetics.

080 BARCELONA FASHION: LET IT START BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE, PLEASE

We are the “get up with a smile”kind of people. That kind of people that can queue joyfully and without complaining for the event they are looking forward to. That kind of people who, born and raised in the Basque Country, have grown used to rainy days and who don’t care a bit about it.

That’s the reason why we’re going to start our article about 080 Barcelona Fashion by praising what we liked: the creative talents on display. Krizia Robustella took us on a trip to a parallel world where Benidorm gets mixed up with Baqueira in the glittery ‘80s. Catchy background music, shiny textures, ski sticks (if these have got a technical name, we are unaware of it. That’s how good we are at sports) and convincing prints which remind us of the tracksuits your mom must have stored somewhere: green, purple and grey. Manuel Bolaño shone with classical garments and that part of the Pantone palette you’d never use to decorate your room; working a lot with textures, the Galician designer stood out for the fine architecture and colour of his garments, the ‘70s reference and the final show, where the Duo Dinámico sang out loud how alone they feel: a total success for a much waited show.

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Albéniz brought us fur, a lot of fur: coats and exquisite materials in a quite traditional show, that was very favourably welcomed; we liked it, too. Manuel Cruzcastillo’s display also impressed us: carefully chosen colours, architectonic patterns, blend of materials and normal people like us walking alongside models. This kind of things, let me say, gives a human touch to the whole show between so many sylph bodies and haggard faces.

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This 080 wasn’t a debate-free edition (just like the previous one, and probably, any forthcoming one); we all read the anonymous letter published by ItFashion, where the organization of the event is harshly criticised. It’s true that the location, in spite of its beauty, wasn’t the most adequate for a winter session; I myself had to ask our mighty director in more than an occasion to warm up my cold hands. Yes, it was freezing, and some illuminated mind came up with the idea of tying up some blankets to metal seats, so that no evil fashion journalist could try and steal them (we are prone to that). We don’t understand why Desigual or Mango could have a parade and supposedly don’t pay for it. Every criterion can be applied when it’s time to giving awards; you might get one because you deserve it, or just because Mars and Venus aligned the night before. No one knows, no one will ever know. The problem with this anonymous letter is that it tries to compare 080 Barcelona Fashion with fashion shows in Berlin or Copenhagen. And this is impossible: this is not Germany, nor Denmark. We don’t have so much money to invest in Fashion, or in Cinema, or in the Arts in general; let alone in things like Education or Healthcare, which, coming up to the point of discussing it, are more important. I think, I have this feeling, and I might be wrong, that the problem with 080 is that it doesn’t know what it wants to be: does it want to be underground, young, THE occasion for Spanish talents or does it want to become a world reference because the “Barcelona brand” is cool and easier to sell than beers on a Saturday Summer night?

The organization wasn’t up to the task, no. It’s been a long time since reality taught us that nobody is perfect and we all do our mistakes, but you can’t make working impossible for journalists. The ignorance about some publications and where they should be seated, the difficulty of working from the audience seats because of the lack of visibility, people without passes or accreditations seated in press places, and, worst of all, moments when some press was sitting a thousand kilometres far from the catwalk and the organisers in the front row. After experimenting all these problems, when we tried to choose a place where we could work, the seats that had been reserved for us, a member of the organization staff reproached us: “Well, you must be happy now, aren’t you?” We stopped listening to that sort of comments by our mothers around ten years ago. We had a laugh about it, like we usually do, because the problem here is not being able to see who’s seated in first and who’s in second row, but who’s here to work and who’s here just as a friend.

So, in conclusion, yes, we had a great time; because some shows were really worth it and we could enjoy them, because we can’t ask for the moon, nor for free bar all night long. And because anything can be criticised, anytime, but boy, criticising comes to be a bit tiring.

 

 

 

WILD BEASTS

Finally something fresh and new has come to our ears; we have been waiting for some time for a group that could have the same ingredients we can find in the Wild Beasts: chromatic and rhythmic richness, emotional lyrics, choruses that make us shiver, and the leader’s falsetto voice, so angelic that we have some doubts about his manhood (rumours say he might be a part of a castrati’s lineage). A band that has already released two albums, and whose next work, anticipated by the single Wanderlust, looks very promising. The simple yet effective video clip left our ears wishing for more of it, so let’s wait for the disc to come out and have them at the primavera sound (I made this up, but let’s cross fingers just in case).

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Andrew B. Myers, a lot of talent from Canada

Let’s continue with the photo-colour world, and precisely with Andrew B. Myers, an emerging talent who masters colour, pop culture, and the surreal elements hidden in everyday life. His version of the hot dog amazed us, so we kept investigating his web, and, needless to say, we’ve fallen in love once again (yes, we know, we are easy-going and fall in love at least once a day). He thinks and portraits everyday life making it look awesome, and yeah, we had a thought at recovering Twister and starting to put our hands down on the floor and our asses up in the air. Bravo, bravissimo Andrew!