sábado, 18 de julio de 2015

Self-discover

Let's begin with: I'm grounded for life. Like, literally. Which means I won't be able to take pictures of people in a while. So today I decided I would get off the bed and take pictures. Of myself.

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You can see the rest here.

martes, 7 de julio de 2015

But for now we are young / let us lay un the sun

LONG TIME NO SEE EVERYBODY 

However, I still reserve some time to update this thingy called blog with signs that I'm still alive.
Summer so far's been a mix between making art, writing, sleeping way too much and getting crazy around playlists at 2 AM. Reading all your posts about your summer is making me get even more excited about what's to come.


Okay, so firstly, I KNOW (I knooooow) I'm an actual bore with this, but my zine (Heartbreak Nation) is looking for submissions for its next edition, the youth issue. If you're interested in submitting your art, written pieces, pictures, or if you have a band/brand/whatever and would like to be on the zine, hit me up at heartbreaknationzine@gmail.com or www.heartbreaknationzine.tumblr.com. As always, we'd love you to get involved. If you have any question regarding submissions, what we're looking for, etcetcetc, don't hesitate to ask me. The deathline by now is August 31.

Secondly, here are some updates about my life lately (aka self promo time): I'm a summer contributor at GOHS Zine Club, so I'll be posting weekly on their blog (www.gohszineclub.com) and also updating their instagram (@gohszineclub). Go follow these kids 'cause they're the true definition of amazing. 
I was also featured on the latest edition of Plasma Dolphin. I wrote a piece called 'Home is where the lights are', talking about homesickness and my hometown, which you can read here.

Now getting back to what I mentioned about getting all crazy around playlists at 2 AM, which seems to have become my new hobbie on sleepless nights, I've discovered the joy of dedicating playlists to friends, 'cause the bestestest part of having friends who listen to the same kind of music I do is discovering and sharing bands. 





I made this one for my friend Marta 'cause she's the only person I know (except from my parents and primary school teachers, ha) who shares my love for Latin psychodelia. However, I'm especially fascinated by bands related to the movement called Tropicalia, which is a Brazilian movement from the late 60s characterized by managing to mix avant-gard art with popular Brazilian forms of art, such as the Bossa Nova. Later Marta showed me the second band of the playlist, Elia & Elizabeth, who are from Colombia. However not all the songs on the playlist belong to such movements and decades, they basically just sounded good together.


This playlist was one of my posts for GOHS Zine Club, I made it for my friend Alba because she recently started to listen to Latin American Garage music and I thought I would share some of the bands I listen to.


City on bloom, 2015.


Spirited Away, 2015.


Learning to born again, 2015.


Collision of the heart, 2015.

Some artwork I've been making recently: a series of collages with cuttings from old books, magazines and newspapers.

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Also, here's a little preview of what would be on Heartbreak Nation #3, these are also part of my collection Suburbia, a lil' visual ode to growing up in a quarter that's in the city, and yet, has a peripheric lifestyle. I phographed my friends Alba and Sara in one of our favourite places of the city. I really like the summery vibes the pictures ended up having.




I'd like to have more detailed updates  but there isn't much to say. I've taken up photography classes for the summer and I'll be getting more and more into analogue, too. I'll try to keep this blog updated more frequently.

Love always,
Inés.

viernes, 19 de junio de 2015

love me until your heart aches / until my heart breaks / until the earth shakes

 
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To be in the situation of saying to someone 'I love you' and not hearing it back at you makes the cardiac muscles grow stronger, so each time you listen less and less to the sound of your own beatings, or maybe you do it differently, or maybe it just gradually stops hurting. There's a certain masochistic aspect around love, ephemeral pleasures are always a guaranteed sensation and everything with the ability to devastate is always welcomed with arms wide open. Deep down, lies my necessity to admit: I am fascinated by love.
 
I am fascinated by romantic love because it is what I see in teen movies and Latin TV series, by how relationships are displayed in literature, by the relationship of Horacio and La Maga in Rayuela (Hopscotch), their conflict between reflection and spontaneity and how it affects people and love. 
I even like the word itself, love, because we use the same word in Spanish and Portuguese (and probably in many other languages), amor, a word that always leaves a funny taste in my mouth. For me love comes as pills which you can take one after another, hour after hour.
 
I am amazed by the idea of learning to love, as if you were refering to learning to walk or to the child who cries and learns to speak, little by little, with unarticulate sounds until one day he pronounces the word mom. I think that same way we learn to pronounce the word love, with feelings that grow if you feed them.
 
I am amazed by how our concept of love depends on who you are and who/what surrounds you, and how you've been treated and loved so far, and at the same time, the idea of loving well or loving badly or wrong scares me because I've always taken for granted that there are different ways of loving, but so far I haven't been able to stablish boundaries between them. It is inevitable to think of the kind of love that opresses and how it ends up limiting one's concept of what love is, reducing it to pieces, to a kind of comfort zone or loop where pain is an inevitable consequence, and even though, the body seems to keep on asking for the same rough fingers carressing the sun-burnt cheeks, the same words that lack substance.
The addiction to the feeling of being loved is almost as big as the fear of lacking affection and the vulnerability that attacks the soul and the body.

I like the way love creates the same conflict in my mind that faith does, whether they are rational or sentimental or maybe something else that the body experiments but people haven't been able to put into words yet, but that would feel like a revelation.
 
Maybe in the end loving relates a lot more to the child who cries and learns to speak than I thought it did.

sábado, 30 de mayo de 2015

Remembering summer

 
Remembering past summers: the first two pictures were taken on 120 mm film and the rest of the pictures are from an underwater disposable.
 

martes, 19 de mayo de 2015

Kitschy kingdom

I've always shared my bedroom with my sisters, so ever since I'm a child, I've learnt to keep determinate spaces for myself. My shelves became really important in that sense, as they were the only space that was completely mine. The pictures below are from a redecoration of my shelves last month.
 
 
I'm inspired by religious and supersticious art, teenhood, childhood and kitsch decoration. This shelf captures the world of growing up, believing, passion and obsession.
 
 
I keep some of my best books in this shelf: my whole Cortázar collection, the Rookie Yearbooks, Sylvia Plath, Bradbury, Harper Lee, magazines... also my film cameras and many boxes with earrings, stuff and my mother's old collection of stamps.
 
By the way, I'm sorry I haven't properly updated this blog in a while. I guess we're all kinda struggling with exams right now. However, here's a bit of inspiration for summer:
 
 

viernes, 1 de mayo de 2015

Heartbreak Nation #2 is out!


Okay, I know the zine's coming out with a HUGE delay, and I'm actually really sorry for it. I've tried my best to edit and put things together on time, but I've been having a pretty busy month and also problems with some submissions, but let's forget about it okay? 'Cause what really matters right now is that THE SECOND ISSUE IS FINALLY OUT!! And I'm suuuuuuper excited about it, YAY.
So what can you expect to find on this edition of Heartbreak Nation? I've interviewed the Spanish band HINDS (fka Deers), the guys at PLANETA NO (a pop indie band from Chile) and the photographer María Fernanda Molins (who's also part of the Rookie staff!), there's also a review of THE SCRAPS' new album and a collaboration with the American online brand THE SECRET SOCIETY OF EX MERMAIDS. And of course, the prettiest pictures and words by the loveliest and coolest teens out there.
So to get you in the mood for contributing to/sharing/reading it, here's the editor letter I wrote for this issue, in which I explain what art particulary means to me - I like to think of it as a manifesto of my own concept of art and creating and the pleasure of doing so.


The appearance of new means of communication and entertainment, along with the development of both mainstream and underground fashion and culture and the inevitable explosion of social networks, has given place to a certain narcissistic obsession with aesthetics… We’re running away from this. 
In a world in which aesthetics have become so important and crucial, but nor in order to create and inspire by doing what you love, instead, for building up a showcase of how you wish people would perceive you, we’re trying to find a shelter where we can create by the simple pleasure and pride of doing what fulfills us. 
The whole idea of making art, and in this case, more specifically zines, doesn’t reduce itself to the wish of creating visually pleasing images. We’re painting, drawing, writing, taking pictures and, in a whole, working on this content with our raw souls. We don’t create to barely be seen, we don’t write to barely be heard: we’re trying to communicate and we’ve chosen art as the mean for it. 
Our art will never be shallow. Our words will not be mute. Our eyes will not be blinded and our hearts will never be cold enough not to be touched by the world around us.  
While you’re looking at these pictures and reading these words, you’re glancing at the purest and more genuine version of each one of us, sensing our fears and breathing our passions. We don’t intend to dress up as the people we will never be.  We don’t intend to create different versions of ourselves or our lives. 
We refuse to embrace and ideology because of how it would sound on our mouths when we talk about it. We refuse to embrace an ideology because of the idea of us it would forge on people’s minds. We refuse to embrace an ideology for any other reason except that we truly believe in it.
Our art may be more or less mature, but our art is ourselves. Our ideas may be more or less idealistic, struggling in a world in which what doesn’t revolve around money or the ‘accepted’ way of acting is instantly rejected, but our ideas are ours. And they are not prefabricated.

We’re not prefabricated.
 
 

 
Cool, now let's talk about the next issue of the zine!
THEME: youth
DEADLINE: August 31
KEY WORDS: growing up, teenhood, childhood, fear, adrenaline, love, passion, obsession, maturity, changes, staying out until late, sleepovers, parties, friends, boys, girls, school, holidays, summer................................
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND:
  • Anything sent after the deadline won't be published.
  • We reserve the right to admit or not your submission.
  • Send submissions that are related to the theme.
  • Don't send texts as pictures: I edit the zine with a determinate appearance and style.
Submit at www.heartbreaknationzine.tumblr.com/submit
If you have any question or doubt, don't hesitate to ask me.

Thanks for reading!
xx Inés