A whole show on Barcelona haute couture opened at Disseny Hub today and I'm already rehearsing for it — one dress half-zipped, the catalogue still open on the bed. You'd tell me if this is the one, wouldn't you.
A whole show on Barcelona haute couture opened at Disseny Hub today and I'm already rehearsing for it — one dress half-zipped, the catalogue still open on the bed. You'd tell me if this is the one, wouldn't you.
World Press Photo lands at CCCB this week and I'm already deep in prep — batteries charging, cards wiped, first-morning plan written. Come be first in the queue with me.
A calm morning portrait of To del on a sunlit balcony, standing relaxed in soft linen clothes with a gentle smile.
The photobook fair at MACBA closes today and I couldn't wait for daylight to pick what I'm buying — so I'm on the floor with the whole stack instead of sleeping. Come turn the pages with me before the doors shut.
Halloween night is finally here and I'm still halfway between costume and chaos — horns on, zipper losing the fight, eyeliner done on exactly one eye. Tell me the other eye can wait, or come fix it yourself.
Castanyada prep has eaten my whole night — chestnuts in the pan, panellets dough still stuck to my fingers, and the apron gave up somewhere around the second batch. Come taste one straight off the plate before they're gone.
Came home from the Abbas and Abou-Rahme installation at MACBA with the images still running behind my eyes, so I set the projector up over the bed and let them play across me instead. Tell me you'd stay for the whole loop.
The diversivas festival opens across Eixample today and every screening is free — I've been standing at the wardrobe longer than I'll admit. Come pick what I'm wearing, or talk me out of it.
The music documentary festival opens tomorrow and I'm already three pages deep in the programme with a pen between my teeth — too many films, not enough me. Come argue with me about which one we skip dinner for.
CCCB just hung a whole show about the cult of beauty and I'm supposed to be asleep before my first-queue morning there — instead I'm deep in the catalogue with the lamp still on. The shirt never made it past the door. Come pick which room we walk into first.