bohemian rhapsody

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more from el Matadero

I'm still in awe with the work (or lack thereof) they've carried out at the Matadero.
Hopefully, we'll make it out there this evening for some performance art. In the meantime, there are these images about which to say uncertain, thought-stirring things, like "Hmmm..." and what have you.

into the woods

on the way to grandmother's house...;.

"Roses are red, violets are blue. Fuck you, whore".

This didn't make it to the theaters here until last month and Yumi and I went to see it yesterday afternoon. It didn't take long to exceed my expectations. Poetry.

Helsinki-Madrid-Findesign

We went to the Matadero yesterday to see the Finnish design exhibition that recently opened. The show itself was great (see pictures below) but I'd never been to the space before, and although it is still very much a work in progress, that fucker is going to be massive. It was formerly the premises of an enormous slaughterhouse, located near the remains of the Río Manzanares and about a 20-minute walk from the Reina Sofía. It's a very dynamic locale with theaters, study areas, a cafe and makeshift rooms for forums and public gatherings of all persuasions.... Once the rest of the grounds are operating, it will be a cultural district in its own right with territory spanning what I would maybe liken to a small university campus. Muy cool.









This last image is of an entirely different exhibition, but it's the first show you come across upon entering the general area and provides a deft encapsulation of the plaza's previous function.

delayed notification

I had meant to start a blog well over three years ago for an altogether different purpose, and as it has remained on my short list of things to do throughout the time that has elapsed since the initial quasi-need for one had arisen, I figured now was just as suitable a moment to make good on my intentions. Whilst I don't exactly have any established objectives or, for that matter, direction for this space, I suspect that something of that ilk will gradually surface in the posts to come, be it only a penchant for disclosing self-involved drivel or an equally unsubstantial theme of that same vein.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, let the bullshit begin.