After everything that has gone down this past two weeks, Europe is in panic state. This past weekend the Belgian authorities recommended people to hide under the blanket due to the threat of a terrorist attack, just in case they could catch a cold or get blown up by a bomb.

In maximum alert situations, society has always tended to take cover in their houses, piling up one against each other and lighting candles to Virgin Mary, praying it would all pass as quickly as possible. However, panic in the digital era is not channelled through faith, but through the freak and nerdy, as you do and as it’s, in the very end, the only true religion.

In the face of police asking to avoid posting in the social media about the security measures they were taking, Belgian citizens started to flood the Internet with cats to confuse terrorists. The net’s favourite animal turned into the best way to fight fear. Jihad cats, transvestite cats or cats vs. cucumbers were what saved Belgians from horror. Let us all learn from them, cats will be and always will be the solution to evil.

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Let’s play a game: try to remember when was the last time you spent a whole week without being exposed to some sort of screen, without having a little heart attack everytime your phone goes “low battery” or the last time you went to bed without your eyes feeling like old prunes. Yep, it was a long time ago. It might have never happened, even. Our generation has been born with an electronic device under our arms; TV, tamagotchi, computers or phones have always been our centre of attention. Our grandparents, all full of good thoughts, encouraged us to go out to the park, as if we were going to abandon our level 54 Pikachu to play with the resin of a pine.

Kamil Kotarba‘s ghost arm images show us the daunting way of how we’ve stopped relating to the world, turning into junkies that can only look around with a Valencia filter. A necessary reality dose.

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The obsession we got for hands is growing: we look at our fathers’ hands, our friends’ ones, the hands of the hot bartender of the corner bistro… We check all of them, except the ones of magicians, which are a bit creepy. Before the existence of La Monda, we would look for the eye colour, the perfect smile or the best backside, but now we’re happy with nice photogenic hands. That’s why we bring you John Spannos. He is THE master in portraying hands; he combines them with colour and a sense of humour, sometimes even a bit of fashion… and voilà! This is, once more, love at first handshake.











In the Western culture there’s some kind of taboos that are not allowed to be mentioned in the media, like sex, the economic crisis, the period or anything scatological. Year after year, we’ve seen how publicists have managed to sell yogurts that allow you to go to the toilet with visual metaphors such as balloons, dogs showing their snouts through doors or verbal magic tricks like “taking the log to the garden”.

However, it seems that the Empire of the Rising Sun has gotten rid of all modesty; you only have to look at their TV or, in this case, to the videos they use to learn English. If in the Western world it was Mickey Mouse who taught us how to ask for bread in the anglo-saxon language, in Japan it’s a group of dancers who, in a very graphic way, show us how to communicate that we have a bad case of diarrhea. I mean… Japan is Japan, let’s just not try to understand it.


It’s totally normal, you’re not the only one. In fact, it’s happens to all of us. Every time we turn on our TV we feel the urge to  put on our pj’s, hide under the blanket and binge watch Gilmore Girls. It’s fair enough that every time we hear concepts such as “anti-age cream”, “waxing”, “intimate care”, “low fat” or “healthy diet” we plunge into misery and, at the same time, hold onto our best friend, the king size Ben&Jerry’s pot.

Culture around image is the pillar of society; there’s a hugenormous (yep) industry behind it that tells us how to be, what to wear and punish us if we grow old or pop into the corner shop in our tracksuit. The cosmetics lobby has taken the “wrinkles are beautiful” motto and has cleaned their lobby arses with it; “no, baby, wrinkles are ugly and you’re fat, btw” it’s actually the theme that rules the media.

Luckily, there’s artists that try to dynamite this whole system. One of them is Juno Calypso, who embraces all the cosmetics imagery to create disturbing images closer to making us feel the same discomfort as teleshopping channels do. An artist that, following Cindy Sherman’s steps, dresses up to point out the pastel pink and anti-cellulite tirany through video and photography.

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juno calypso photo art lamondamagazine

juno calypso photo art lamondamagazine

juno calypso photo art lamondamagazine

juno calypso photo art lamondamagazine

juno calypso photo art lamondamagazine