Mermaids dressed in shiny fabrics, bizarre nudes where flowers, fruits and inflatable dolphins are welcome, shocking characters and scenes out of normal life are what Synchrodogs, photographic duet that Tania Shcheglova and Roman Noven form, are made of. They bring us a new way of looking, full of surrealism and bodies in the middle of nature surrounded by Barbie amputees, from Ukraine.
Synchrodogs have worked for Kenzo, Bimba and Lola, magazines like Harper’s Bazaar or Esquire, without losing their dark and bizarre touch that leaks through their pictures. Their website is an unending waterfall of images of their personal work, a total style masterclass, their professional commissions and their blog, that shows how this couple of artists understand photography as a way of picturing an irrerevent outlook on life and not as a simple hobby. We open our week with a new Synchrodogs devotion.
Aging. Being a prune with dignity is not an easy task. Looking younger is a social obsession and there’s no need to be 60 to be all paranoid; you’ve already started to check you expression wrinkles not to be anything more than actually expression based. We look at Oliver Jones‘s work and we don’t see ourselves there. It’s not us. We won’t get to that. We have the face cream we need in our bathroom.
Those are actually paintings. Hyperrealistic and done in pastel, so true to reality they look like pictures. Jones shows in his work that between science and marketing now we can avoid humanity being carried by mother nature. He studies human body and how all this affects us aesthetically and psychologically. We’re fragile, and that’s what his painting reflect. This Birmingham (UK) artist’s mission is to challenge the world with his hyperrealism. You know what? It’s true, you’ll end up like this.
Capital sins are seven, and just like a hernia or a ward that even voodoo-ing it you can’t get rid off, we all got one more pronounced than other since the day we’re born. We all know gluttons, lazy people or someone that explodes in a wrath spree as quickly as a bomb.
We don’t really know what sin is Dom Sebastian‘s flaw, but what we do know is what he makes us feel; envy. And lots. Because this artist/creative/designer is very young and he’s still studying. Because he’s got a fashion brand, makes music, Art and Design and he surely looks handsome in his ID pic. Based in London and polishing his potential in the prestigious Central Saint Martins, he applies his talented vision to create new graphic, photographic and textile styles. Since he doesn’t even have his degree title, Dom Sebastian is one of those names that we will surely have to follow in the future.
The fan phenomenon: a more than accepted happening when we take the first random dude that is on TV, we build him a crown of flowers and raise him to the Olympus with the rest of media deities. Full of shame we remember our uncontrolled hormonal teenager times when we would throw our underwear to Take That, cry when the Spice Girls separated their paths and cover our school folders with Nick Carter’s face.
Sadly, and though it’s hard to accept, even being responsible grown ups, the crazy groupie phenomenon keeps on repeating. Me myself have been suffering from it with Trust and his new video, Are We Arc. With just Robert Alfons’s face (he’s the voice of this project) and some simple light effects, he’s got one of the best videos of the year. It’s just too difficult not to be hypnotized with this young Canadian’s electronic darkness; with just two LPs he’s already won a place in the best music festivals. We ask to gig promoters to please bring Trust to us; we promise to be front row people, underwear in our hands.
Fire to those who think ice cream is only for Summer; why deprive us from this frozen pleasure explosion just because the sun is gone? What whay of backwards thinking is that? WTF, my friends?
Studio Fludd is a Venetian creative collective that shares our opinion; they’ve invented “Gelatology”, a fun series of workshops where the participants are given some adjectives, materials and a certain amount of time, and from that basis, they have to create their own ice cream paper cone. From a mixture of ideas, they obtain a very visual material creation. I’m drooling just by looking at them. It’s a shame they’re not edible.
They say that being classy is knowing how to adapt yourself to each and every situation regarding the moment and the place. I mean, not talking about your nights of excess, champagne and oysters in a work meeting or telling jokes about ovens in Auschwitz. Stuff like that.
Vincent Van Gurp, more known as Vanvincent, is a Dutch artist that has what we call “class”; either using a chicken or a pair of heels, human models or pig heads, perfect rose petals or cringing fake teeth, everything comes out in place, nice and appropriate. He’s explored fields like advertising (Save The Children or Hugo Boss, amongst others), studio photography and personal work, highlighting his cover for FRAME magazine. With his plasticity as a weapon, Vanvincent shows that you can do a lot with little.
We all have our secret garden; a place where each of us can let it all go, where we fantasize about something big, something juicy. CK male underwear models, for example? Nope. It’s music what we want! We secretly hope to make it to Britain’s Got Talent this year. We really reckon everything is possible thanks to the forthcoming release of the Thru-You project on the 1st of October by the genius Israeli musician Ophir Kutiel, better known as Kutiman. His work would epitomize Baudelaire’s famous saying ‘You gave me your mud and I have turned it into gold’: mixing Youtube samples taken out from random videos he creates beautiful and melodious songs (the latest one, ‘Giving it up’, you’ve got it below). The freak dream came true! You could be featured some day! Britain’s Got Talent, here we go!
If New York is the city that never sleeps, Barcelona is the place that never rests. We won’t complain; tomorrow we’ve got a new even hold by HOP3FULLY. The Splash laundry (C/Diputación, 199) will become an exhibition space where usual clients will still be able to do their laundry while 12 artists will be showing their works related to the wonderful and colourful world of cleaning the dirty stuff. Photography vs. illustration, beer vs. sobriety and music vs. washing machine movements will meet from 6pm on in one of the most bizarre places of Barcelona. Watch out, Moritz will be there.
Dear readers, we’re in the middle of September. Let’s face the fact that Summer is ending. With tears in our eyes we say goodbye to the sun, your aunty’s holidays cards, the trikinis, the tropical prints and fiery tourists. We now have to endure Autumn, the cold, the flu and the bad mood that leaks through every day on the calendar.
The project that French photographer Anaïs Boileau presents, under the name “Plein Soleil”, women showing their skin to get that to-die-for Ricky Martin brown tan combined with the pharaonic architecture of our beloved coast. She just doesn’t care about the end of Summer. Even if we’ve lost our skin tone and we’re back in the nuclear white mode, now we’ll always have Anaïs Boileau’s old ladies.
It’s time to accept that there is a universe aside from Ikea furniture, yard sale lamps and the always (un)useful corner shop stuff. There is a little group of people, to which we will soon be included, that enjoys the grand life, the Arts and sparkles, that don’t need to risk their lives every night sleeping in a DIY bed, that don’t drink instant coffee for breakfast and that, above all, above very all, don’t visit corner shops. As much as we find these places entertaining, we aspire to have a home where our furniture reminds us of a toxic trip, as the ones made by the Haas Brothers: Buffalo Texas armchairs, failed erection golden vases and unclassifiable objects with textures out of The Little Mermaid world. There’s plenty to choose from, as in Marks & Spencer, just a little bit more expensive…