trans-pacific transit, tatuaje y todo lo demás
23.1.13
5.1.12
3 artists for the new year
In between applications, my super-secret freelance blogging and my day job, the internets gave me some christmas presents which I thought I should share:
http://www.gerardogomezart.com/
Psychedelic explosion maker
http://www.veronicacordovadelarosaportfolio.org/index.html
Contextual artist living between London and Mexico City. Succinct, relevant, poetic!
http://aleciobraga.tumblr.com/
#artista_visual #street_art #ilustrador
http://www.gerardogomezart.com/
Psychedelic explosion maker
http://www.veronicacordovadelarosaportfolio.org/index.html
Contextual artist living between London and Mexico City. Succinct, relevant, poetic!
http://aleciobraga.tumblr.com/
#artista_visual #street_art #ilustrador
6.11.11
Kella Gates: Nectar de Verano
Rendering of Lee Hazlewood´s classic Summer Wine in Spanish, with video cutups from classic soaps.
Brief introduction to the Movida
The Movida was more than just women on the verge of a nervous break down, though there were many psychic germs.
Aviador Dro will have you washing your head...
Alaska currently has a reality show on MTV España...
Meanwhile, back in early 80´s, some were shut in their houses and just didn´t give a fuck about their decomposing bodies...
The English version of the wikipedia wrongly includes Mecano on their list of Movida artists...
But hey, it was happening in the 80´s! Anyways Mecano has its charms...
Which is not to say the Movida didn´t have a softer side
or run counter to more traditional forms of choreography
And a bonus track, from 2007...
Aviador Dro will have you washing your head...
Alaska currently has a reality show on MTV España...
Meanwhile, back in early 80´s, some were shut in their houses and just didn´t give a fuck about their decomposing bodies...
The English version of the wikipedia wrongly includes Mecano on their list of Movida artists...
But hey, it was happening in the 80´s! Anyways Mecano has its charms...
Which is not to say the Movida didn´t have a softer side
or run counter to more traditional forms of choreography
And a bonus track, from 2007...
Priors: Prepped for life
The school itself was composed of formidable brick and stone buildings which impressed upon students and parents alike a feeling of order and stability. This is tradition, tradition shall be the future, and the future of your young is assured. Chapel was obligatory twice a week, and meals and sports and bedtimes and all the other hallmarks of a well rounded and costly education were non-negotiable. Underneath the expensive oiled leather facade lurked all sorts of sordid flotsam: hazing rituals involving anal rapes and broomsticks, the first videotaped high school sex scandals, secret abortions, etc.
One boy who I later went out with briefly in college had been molested, sandwiched naked between two matresses held together with duct tape and tossed out a 3rd story window. Another student, son of a much loved, very kind professor, had died a few years back in an incident of autoerotic asphixiation. Violations were sometimes taped to share, before the word meme even existed. While the administration generally took a hard look at disciplinary infractions involving drugs or alcohol, those involving cruelty or hazing were ignored, especially if masterminded by students with important parents.
…
With the beginning of coeducation, another problem (apart from the floodgate of hormonal pressures) cropped up, unanticipated by the administration: the stench of industrial food, served in industrial proportions, being vomitted enmasse in the women’s bathrooms. The cafeteria served the same slop it had for years, and nearly all the girls quickly found themselves locked into mealtimes, with an unappetizing array of options: eat the large portion of fried meatballs and spaghetti served up with a terrifying plastic spoon, either gaining weight or vomiting it up. Or one could live off the paltry options available in the salad bar and go hungry. The third option was to avail oneself to the tastier yet equally unhealthy options off campus, either a small pizza place that allowed minors to purchase cigarettes from the machine as long as they ate (furthering the cycle of weight gain and vomiting) and a Puerto Rican joint which served fried things. Or, like my roommate, you could claim vegetarianism and live on a sparse regimen consisting entirely of diet soda, cereal and apples. In the first half of the year I gained a bit of weight and by February, none of my clothes fit. As soon as I realized I was gaining weight (because I split my favorite pair of pants before going out for walk one Sunday) I too began to subscribe to rice crispies and apples method, which unsurprisingly, was not particularly effective, and also left one prone to depression and anger brought on by hunger.
The girls, as such, undernourished, undersexed and over examined by the male population, began to claw at each-other: fights, theft, gossip, rumours and plots. The ambiance was generally toxic.
One boy who I later went out with briefly in college had been molested, sandwiched naked between two matresses held together with duct tape and tossed out a 3rd story window. Another student, son of a much loved, very kind professor, had died a few years back in an incident of autoerotic asphixiation. Violations were sometimes taped to share, before the word meme even existed. While the administration generally took a hard look at disciplinary infractions involving drugs or alcohol, those involving cruelty or hazing were ignored, especially if masterminded by students with important parents.
…
With the beginning of coeducation, another problem (apart from the floodgate of hormonal pressures) cropped up, unanticipated by the administration: the stench of industrial food, served in industrial proportions, being vomitted enmasse in the women’s bathrooms. The cafeteria served the same slop it had for years, and nearly all the girls quickly found themselves locked into mealtimes, with an unappetizing array of options: eat the large portion of fried meatballs and spaghetti served up with a terrifying plastic spoon, either gaining weight or vomiting it up. Or one could live off the paltry options available in the salad bar and go hungry. The third option was to avail oneself to the tastier yet equally unhealthy options off campus, either a small pizza place that allowed minors to purchase cigarettes from the machine as long as they ate (furthering the cycle of weight gain and vomiting) and a Puerto Rican joint which served fried things. Or, like my roommate, you could claim vegetarianism and live on a sparse regimen consisting entirely of diet soda, cereal and apples. In the first half of the year I gained a bit of weight and by February, none of my clothes fit. As soon as I realized I was gaining weight (because I split my favorite pair of pants before going out for walk one Sunday) I too began to subscribe to rice crispies and apples method, which unsurprisingly, was not particularly effective, and also left one prone to depression and anger brought on by hunger.
The girls, as such, undernourished, undersexed and over examined by the male population, began to claw at each-other: fights, theft, gossip, rumours and plots. The ambiance was generally toxic.
20.6.09
First tattoo convention in Cambrils!!!! Tarragona
hey! This just in: the first tattoo convention in Cambrils, Tarragona, home to beautiful beaches, and only 3km from reus, landing spot for all those low-cost ryan air flights that say to "barcelona" but really go to "reus" will be taking place between the 7th and 9th of August. You can check out more information at http://www.cambrilstattooconvention.com/# .... it´s a great opportunity to take advantage of cheap tickets to reus, and enjoy a convention with some of the best artists in Spain, in a relaxing and beautiful environment!
15.6.09
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