Friday, October 31, 2008


Walking home today, I have seen a mother and a child close to the Iglesia metro station. 'Oh, what a stylish white outfit the baby is wearing!' Coming closer to them, I've realized that the kid was wearing a mummy Halloween costume. The fashion sense is a bitch.

Saturday, October 25, 2008


There is a great looking poster for Max Payne, which is apparently a very bad movie. I love the way Mark Wahlberg stands in front of the Brooklyn bridge, the arch looking like wings.

Friday, October 24, 2008


I am reading José Saramago's Blindness now and today I have encountered a part worth mentioning: the protagonists are discussing the time when they went blind and one of them was just in a gallery. He doesn't remember the artists and he describes what he saw and the audience is suggesting who might have painted that one. There was a picture of a cornfield with crows and cypress trees. Sounds like a Dutch painter, they said. There was a picture of a naked woman inside a conch floating on the sea. Obviously Italian, they said. And then there was a drowning dog. In that case it must have been a Spanish painter, they concluded.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Lewis Hine

Power house mechanic working on steam pump (1920)

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

They did it again

and I love it:

Fall Out Boy: What a Catch, Donnie

Friday, October 10, 2008


Today, the train computer system has gone totally berserk. Usually, it shows the next station and then changes to show the final destination, but today we have seen a very amusing mixture of random parts of the names glued together in a very surrealist manner. CHAMISTERIOS (Chamartin + Nuevos Ministerios). ALCOBARTIN (Alcobendas-SS Reyes + Chamartin). CANTOBARRAL (Cantoblanco + Fuencarral). Unfortunately, I couldn't see more because Cantoblanco was my destination.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008


Autumn fog in Cantoblanco. The olfactory system at its peak. Sewage processing unit. Kenzo. Decaying leaves. Gasoline. Acqua di Giò. Fried churros. Cigarette. Cat urine. Teatro mundi.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Sangre de mayo

Leaving the train station on Friday, I saw this poster for a new Spanish movie:
Hmmm, it looks quite impressive, I've thought, a history of the Peninsular wars, maybe, good looking actors, too... So when Carlos told me to pick a movie on Sunday, I suggested this one. Oh, what a mistake! A ridiculous pastiche of romantic scenes and court intrigues, mixed with a theater and poetry history and spiced a little bit with the war scenes in the last 15 minutes. When I saw the hand of Goya sketching his masterpiece five minutes before the end and the aerial views of KIO towers, Castellana and Bernabéu during the closing credits, assuring us that Madrid would survive everything, I was sure I was watching some parody. It's a truly bad movie.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Wet Wet Wet - Angel eyes

Klinikum Aachen

The Spanish Ministerio de vivienda organized an interesting exposition about two German architectures from the end of the WWII to the unification. One can see the divergences but also the convergencies of the capitalist and the socialist German states illustrated by numerous projects ranging from theaters, universities and sport facilities to the shopping centers. I discovered one breathtaking bulding from the FRG, a university hospital in Aachen. Apparently, it's the largest single hospital building in Europe. It can be also easily mistaken for an oil refinery: