A young Latino with a moderately loud blaster gets on at Sant Andreu. I’m trying to talk to people, so I’m grateful when a Latino security guard comes through the carriage just after Torre de Baró. He walks over to the young guy, taps him on the shoulder, motions him to turn UP the sound,…
When I think of here I always think of the Connecticut General Life Insurance Company and unexploited sponsorship angles, but that’s not Clive Davis‘ fault.
MM has kindly mailed the story of an illegal from Mali found climbing one of the Sierra Nevada’s major peaks in flipflops. Jorge Rodríguez’z story in El País, plagiarised by Elizabeth Nash for The Independent, has Anthony Braxton Tony Brascons making the same journey in reverse undertaken in sandals by Judar Pasha, who they describe…
Charles Butler is doing some really interesting work down in Jaén. Check out the interview he did with an enterprising manufacturer called José Vico in Orcera. Orcera is a macho, conservative town that I once found to be distinctly scary, but Mr Vico is marketing a range of personal care products including a “lip balm,…
To get away from British Spanish music would be a plausible explanation. Here two famous examples, a cover of George Formby’s Lancashire toreador and of Mike Read’s The Spaniard wot blighted my life: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwUy735pnhU I actually love them, but don’t tell.
I wonder whether they automatically cheapen moveable objects: … and add value to stationary ones: Following an exposition on a walk the other week of the various types of arch, a small girl enquired, “So are eyebrows to stop your head caving in?”
Low, horizontal view into a shop window just up from Mokkabon, with a serendipitous reflection of the façade of the building opposite and some Martian doodling top left. It reminded me of a Russian neo-folk piece from the 1920s I saw ages ago featuring Caucasian horsemen chasing across a rug of brightly coloured, irregular horizontal…