Alex Wallbaum is THE discovery of the week. He lives in Chicago and shoots all types of food and/or characters; from fur coats, going through green asparagus and half a lemon tree, his compositions are the ray of light in cloudy days, a breath of fresh air on a hot August day and the visual party of this our beloved website. Wallbaum makes us want to write poetry (the teenager type poetry).
We’re overexposed to images, text, video and audio. We’re sons of the binary code, beings controlled by machines, digital natives. Nowadays it’s difficult to stand out because there’s so much to watch that, in the end, you don’t remember what you’ve seen and what you haven’t seen. It’s hard times for fame, but sweet ones for creation; we take in hundreds of inputs and tools that let us expand our creativity and develop it freely.
Maybe this is Mau Morgó‘s case; maybe he’s just taken advantage quickly of this fact, while us others are just complaining about how “everything is already done”. Mau is a Graphic Designer by Eina and a visual artist from head to toe. He’s pure movement, diffuse but clear. Lately we’ve seen him in lots of conferences, talks, awards and arts and music festivals, ’cause he a genius of all that’s multimedia and the visual arts.
Morgó gives his pieces a dark and mysterious appearance that always leaves us in an awe. He’s worked for several international projects and has directed music videos for bands such as Cut Copy or Spoon. He’s definitely one of those artists that deserves both the gift of creation and the fame.
Even though the big shopping centres were announcing it since February, it’s now, in April and looking at allergic’s red swollen eyes when we can assure that, at last, Spring is here. Here come the “taking off your clothes baby” stage, bright patterns and the happiness when the weather forecast says that, indeed, next weekend the sun will shine and temperatures will go up. This excitement state must be celebrated and I think that’s why cities set up music festivals, to manage all this hormonal meltdown making us pass the time all together and preferably away from the city centre.
Barcelona is an expert in this sort of social control; a good example of it are the Primavera Sound, Cruilla, Mobile World Congress (same levels of cocaine and binge-everything-ing but with men in suits) and our favourite, Sonar festivals, that this year, apart from the amazing FKA Twigs, Roysin Murphy or Flying Lotus bands, they’re bringing Bomba Estéreo for their line-up. This Colombian group has managed to bring cumbia and chambeta styles back to life mixing them with electronic music and, thus, making them cool. Lliliana Saumet, their lead singer, is a total blast live and with songs like “Fuego” (“fire”) she is able to lit the dullest audience. Bomba Estéreo and hail to Spring!
It’s time to say fare thee well to the wallpaper that decorates our grandmother’s or even mother’s houses; the moment for a extreme makeover has arrived for those places that might as well be sets for That ’70s Show. You can call Bobby Doherty for the job and ask for one of his visual wonders that will build walls full of colour. From scrubbers to wash your China through plastic sunglasses, ending up with a tonne of sugar in doughnut shape, Bobby Doherty is the answer to the bad taste of the 80s and the 90s.
“¡Let the silent minority talk!”. That’s what, drunk as a rat, the liquor loving Spanish writer and filmmaker Fernando Arrabal claimed on a round table talking about the already old milenarism (that term might not even exist anywhere else than inside this enlighted Arrabal’s brain, now that I think about it). The silent minority is that group of people that turn their back on the standard and that are forgotten by the mass media, like people than more than two nipples, librarians or celiacs.
Luckily, this last group of gluten intolerants have decided to leave the shadows in which they’ve been locked for years creating the Gluten Free Museum, a side History of Art without the omnipresence of bread. To hell with Millet’s wheat fields or Dalís still lifes; from Vermeer to Jeff Koons, going through Tarantino, there’s not a single crumb that has avoided the gluten inquisition. Not only this collective is outstanding in their quest for showing the celiac condition in history, but also because of their amazing usage of Photoshop to eliminate any sign of wheat, rye, oat or similar. Another group that has decided to ask for their recognition is the one of the flamingo lovers. Yeah, that posing bird that has few friends in the Western culture. The silent minority is now in control of the artistic panorama. Behold museums, Tumblr is giving voice to the forgotten ones!
Adriá Colorado is part of our cult. He likes colour, fun and he probably likes partying more than Paris Hilton. Rupestris is the name of the new line by this fantastic Spanish designer that, inspired by Prehistory times, goes for discretion (*cough*). You could go to the corner shop, dance at Sónar or attend to your nephew’s bar mitzvah wearing his new collection; nevermind the occasion, Rupestris is colour and our souls are full of colours. That’s me being a total poet, by the way.
I know, I’m like a pain in the neck going on and on about music, partying and shaking your booty but it’s just that the second edition of Lapsus Festival is here with a very interesting lineup (Agorazein, Moiré, Mouse On Mars, Pina…), the sun is shining (in Barcelona), people are feeling naughty and you can smell the build up in the atmosphere. Beloved readers, we understand your needs and that’s why we’ve already made the perfect Saturday plan for you: 5pm at the CCCB (as centric as it gets). The mambo-fiesta season is officially inaugurated with Lapsus Festival.
The amazing Majorcan photographer Biel Capllonch has one of those productions that no matter how many times you have a look at it, you will always find it amazing, like a Simpsons’ episode.
It’s common to see a Sonar (the Barcelona way of measuring what’s an AYE and what’s a NAY) campaign and instantly know that is Biel who’s shot the pictures that advertise the famous music festival; from a rather twisted point of view he takes all sorts of commissions but always, always, always, (let me repeat it again, always) leaving a recognizable imprint. You know it’s a Biel Capllonch; a fashion photographer that takes it away from its commercial core to a wider and more conceptual vision. His images are powerful topics that you can like or dislike, but they will touch you. Capllonch provokes doubt and a weird uncomfortable feeling, but it’s always difficult to forget.
When you launch a street advertising campaign, you’re aware that your designs might be spiced by graffitis, moustaches or swastikas in little kids’ foreheads. Audience is mean, cruel and, thought it hurts to admit, astoundingly creative. As an example of this feared “ad pimping” we got the one thrown upon Apple and his inspirational photography campaign that has supposedly been shot with their last iPhone 6. Publicists try to make us believe that all iPhone users are pro photographers that cruise the land searching for that breathtaking image that will change the world.
However, even if Apple wants to show off the fact that they’re a classy-good taste audience brand, the harsh reality is well different; their targets are not only macrobiotic food loving young entrepreneurs, photographers and designers. In fact, they more likely attract the big bunch of “mirror selfie” and “high angle selfie” masters. This is the truth that comes to surface with the counter-campaign that the “Also Shot on iPhone 6” geniuses have created. They show the real image archive behind the new iPhone 6; and they are more truthful that they ones officially used.