The Holographic Universe

“If you could get rid of yourself just once, the secret of secrets would open to you. The face of the unknown, hidden beyond the universe would appear on the mirror of your perception!” – Rumi

In 1982 physicist Alain Aspect made a mind-boggling discovery that would reverse our notions about the universe at its most fundamental level. Aspect discovered that distant particles that have been “entangled” can appear to instantaneously affect one another, regardless of the distance between them. Einstein famously referred to this as “spooky action at a distance.” Aspect argued that every object in our universe forms part of a seamless and infinitely interconnected web – a prismatic whole not unlike a hologram. This led some to theorize that the three-dimensional reality we perceive is actually a holographic projection from the cosmological horizon of our known universe.

Still with me? Let’s tone down the sci-fi before we tumble down a rabbit hole. Back in the world we’re familiar with, holograms have already been shimmering their way into our lives and wardrobes for some time. There’s a distinctly futuristic, tech-y vibe to art and fashion right now. Starry-eyed models sashayed down the catwalks of Chanel and Balenciaga in phosphorescent dresses for this year’s summer couture collections. And Microsoft recently announced theHoloLens, wearable tech that will further blur the boundaries of reality by projecting holographic imagery onto our surroundings to enhance the way we work, play and rest.

It’s only a matter of time before we start using holograms to alter our everyday existence in ways we’re still unable to fathom. Until then, we can reflect on bizarre science with lo-fi pots of glitter, holographic clothes and 3D movies without having to even leave the city.

Updates: Where can you see my work?

Changes afoot as always, which is how i like it. Work is busy, almost too busy - again, how I like it, and I'm still merrily ensonced in my silly little tin shed on the roof. Have contemplated moving many times but the terrace always calls me back. Just started a small vegetable patch which I plan to document and water rigorously. You'll see the fruits of this on Instagram (follow me if you like it!).


Planning a snazzy new wordpress blog that will have a lot more structure to it. This blog was originally intended for personal use only, but as I gain speed and bulk up my portfolio, I really should invest in a suitable platform for my work. 

Of course, some articles can't be reproduced elsewhere so much of what you'll see here is lighter...cathartic, almost.

So this blog has been a sort of sanctuary...a way to figure out what works and what doesn't. It's useful to look at older posts and see how my style has evolved over the years. During my first fledgling steps, getting constructive feedback by directing people here was also a positive motivation to keep going. 

So where can you see my work now?

REVIEWPRO

Have been working full-time as content strategist and tech-writer at http://www.reviewpro.com/ for a year now.

The fabulous Barb Delollis, former USATODAY travel reporter for 12 years, was my boss and mentor for several months and taught me a great deal about the industry while editing my written work. It was a privilege to work with her. 

So far it's been a steep learning curve and an eye-opener to be part of the process from successful start-up to (almost) profitable, established company.

MIRUSMAG

Currently working on a huge new project as writer/editor at http://www.mirusmag.com, an online magazine with yearly print edition. It will focus on lesser-known, up and coming districts in cities as diverse as Barcelona, Tel Aviv, Mexico City, New York and Sarajevo. 

I'll be writing about the post-industrial district of Poblenou in Barcelona. It's now flourishing as a sort of creative mecca for artists and designers from every corner of the globe, but is still vastly under-documented. 

When Stefan visited a few weeks ago we spent every spare second flying around the neighorhood, interviewing business owners, designers, artists and even an award-winning movie director. All will be revealed in May.

Interviewing people, or "official nosiness," as I like to call it, is my favorite aspect of journalism. It gives you a reason to connect with strangers, to get inside their minds and have a root around and then report back on all of it. It's mind-bending and world-expanding. 


SHOPIKON

Continue to write about and photograph beautiful shops all over Barcelona. Check out some recent work - Colmado Murria, Norma Comics or La Varieté. Will definitely have to create a page to include some of the portraits I've taken of shopkeepers around the city. All interesting people with fascinating stories to tell. Love them all.


MINIGUIDE

Check out the most recent article I wrote for miniguide. About AWKWARD, a music collective whose niche sits somewhere between rave and clubbing in a secret location on the industrial fringes of the city (Poblenou...how did you guess?!).

.....And now back to work. xxxxx


p.s If you think we could liaise professionally, come and say hello on LinkedIn.

Oh, Shanty!

Happy Independence Day, Catalunya (and thanks for the reminder, K!).

Talking of which...I’ve been merrily shacked up in my Penthouse bachelorette pad aka the Penthouse Shed aka BCN Shanty aka my silly little tin shed on the roof, for six months now. It’s love.

I’ve likened my little Shanty to an elderly relative. Absolutely adorable, but my god, at times does she test my patience.

Penthouse shed: exhibit a

Nothing works here. Nothing. Works. Here.

The walls are crumbling. My shower has one setting: drip. The oven threatens to erupt gas. I have to resuscitate my washing machine (which is outside), on a regular basis. The drains stink when it's too hot. My plants frazzled in the heat. The ceiling leaks. There are holes in my floor - yes, ACTUAL HOLES. In the floor. My Internet speeds are a joke - I quote my friend Sophie, who lives in Afghanistan - "We have faster internet in Kabul!" Oh, and when you enter the building, to pass dead cockroaches, flat out on their back, is fairly standard. There are 500+ stairs.

Sounds like some sort of dark, netherworldly existence, doesn’t it? Why on god’s green earth would anyone ever want to live in this 25m greenhouse/ice-box…..?

I’ll tell you why. I have a roof terrace – a private roof terrace – twice the size of the apartment that graces me with crimson sunrises, views of the Sagrada Familia and enough sky to see entire flights of swallows and gently quacking ducks emigrating to the Med. I look out of the window and see a slither of civilisation. The rest is pure space, sky and light. I’m closer to heaven here.

The View

Yes, it’s a constant battle against encroaching insects. But up here, I am in their territory. But I love it all. Every single last ridiculous new encounter.

I constantly wonder what Shanty’s going to throw up for me next. But when something new breaks down, I just roll my eyes knowingly and shrug it off. I love her so much. 

In exchange for coming home during my lunch-break and sunbathing outside in the nude while I eat lunch, or sleeping beneath the stars when the heat is unbearable inside, I RELISH living here. The terrace has seen some serious action this summer – again, stories for another day.

Shanty is utterly disinhibited. She has a flagrant disregard for norms and everyday social constraints, which are of no use to her. Shanty knows you will LOVE her anyway. It’s true. Why on earth would anyone ever want a normal shower when you can have a drip-drip shower with a giant window that lets you read the time from a clock-tower just a few hundred metres away?! Why would you ever have a normal washing machine indoors when you can open the door, drain excess water straight onto the roof terrace, before hanging your clothes less than a metre away to dry in the breeze? She is completely off her head and utterly bonkers, but I forgive all of her sins. Maybe we're meant for each other.

Through the tribulations of caring for my dear old Shanty, ensuring she is as comfortable and as happy one can be when they reach that age and trying my best to spruce her up as best I can, she’s taught me a lot. She garnishes our time together with morsels of crone-like wisdom that I never would have learnt if I’d moved in to a fancy, new fangled place. She helps me regain my balance in the world and understand the things are actually important so I can disregard the superfluous. 

Fancy bathrooms and shiny kitchens? Maybe one day I’ll have it all, but for now you can keep them. I’m with Shanty.

Check out my Instagram account for regularly updated Shanty tidbits.

The secret life of Barcelona's shop owners....

A few portraits taken of shop owners around Barcelona, for shopikon.com. 

1. Norman Vilalta

2. Ramón and Anna María, of Amato Sole

3. Claudia, of Mueblé

Some old and favourite portraits can also be found here.

Rosa Cardona and Dalí's favourite toy shop

Music review: Sightings

A little something I wrote a while ago. This review appeared in the April edition of miniguide magazine, a cultural guide to Barcelona.

Sightings

The crumbling asphalt and skeletal blocks of Poblenou’s industrial debris weigh down so heavily that some say come nightfall, you can hear the groaning landscape transmute into tangible white noise. Bands that make it to these strange edges of Barcelona are unafraid of aural poltergeists - just ask the small but dedicated congregation that gathers at Rocksound every weekend. A shrine to experimental rock with its endless subgenres and subcultures, this venue is well suited to Sightings, a New York outfit whose music evokes the same deconstructed ambience for which this neighbor­hood is known.

Returning to Barcelona this month after almost a decade since their last gig here, they will celebrate the launch of their “new album” released on April 1st, apparently – a new album on April Fools’ Day, really? This trio debuted in 1997 as Mark Morgan and John Lockie, later joining forces with Richard Hoffman to produce music with routine rock beginnings. The basic grouping of guitar, bass, drums, voice and occasional piano encouraged minimalism and their sound soon began its journey of metamorphosis into an altogether different beast.

Their last album, City of Straw, is at once organic and spectral. On the opening track, “Tar and Pine,” a disturbed morse code taps its way onto your subconscious over the din of bass and guitar. Vocals burst through metallic drudgery as the album works itself into a frenetic climax on “Sky Above Mud Below.”

Mike Wolf of Time Out New York said “those elements seem based on some intuitive science that the rest of humanity hasn’t quite gotten hip to yet,” and he’s right. If you shy away from the dark or visceral then you will probably misunderstand Sightings as pure noise. It will haunt the weathered hardcore aficionados among you, hard pressed to find comparisons.

Sightings doesn’t pander to their fanbase. This band is on a mission of artistic discovery, and with each new album they slice through another layer of musical confection, growing closer to the bones of raw sound.

Apr 16 at 9pm

€8

New Job, New Apartment, New Life.......New Website?

.....It has been an age, hasn't it?

Soooo. Cut a long story short: I've started a new life.

arrival day: ikea hysteria

A new job, new apartment and newly single. Born again.

Aside from that, over the last sixth months I've also travelled to China and Mexico for two weddings. Fun times :D

My portfolio website has stopped working (the costs were unnecessary, and had to go!), so for the time being, until i figure out my next move, all www.natashadrewnicki.com visitors will be graced by my presence here instead ;)

It's all about the simplification these days.

Much love xxxxxxx

Poblenou rising

Have been writing alot about Poblenou recently - an article for miniguide (my first published, full length feature article!) and another text for lecool, translated online into spanish but here is the original version:

Until recently, Poblenou was Barcelona’s forgotten neighbourhood, only rarely called upon for the odd okupa rave or rock gig. But being on the very fringes of the city’s cultural scene has had its advantages – unlike the oversaturated city centre, the non-descript facades of Poblenou’s industrial buildings offer miles of space to think, breathe and create. 

This weekend, hundreds of artists, sculptors, designers, photographers, illustrators and graffitists throw open their studio doors for the annual Tallers Oberts del Poblenou (open workshops of Poblenou), offering us a glimpse into the creative freedom bubbling beneath the surface of this underrated district. 

The studios themselves are architectural gems in their own right, with many having achieved protected status. And there is certainly a gamut of activity for everyone to enjoy - be it open graffiti at La Escocesa, a lesson in art and gastronomy at La Plataforma or experimental dance at renowned arts center Hangar - among countless others. A must for nosy art lovers. See website for details. http://topbcn.org/

As you can see, there is so much talent to be found there. I've really enjoyed investigating it all and meeting the inspiring people who beaver away behind closed doors. I can only hope that the public continues to support artists in the neighbourhood; it hasn't been an easy ride.

a list

In the spirit of my dear friend Hazel Pel Igrosa, I present you with a concise list of recent activity.

Fish caught (collectively): 7

Barbecues: 6

Fish-hook injuries: 1

Outdoor fim screenings: 3

Articles: 4

Super-yacht parties: 1

Music festivals: 2

Street festivals: 3

Gay foam-parties: 1

Dance-related injuries: 4

Bruises: 18+

Galleries/art studios visited: 6

Country walks: 3

Midnight graveyard crossings: 1

Wasp stings: 1

Mosquito bites: 10+

Sunburn: 2

Windburn: 3

Packets of pork-scratchings: 5

August blues

July; crisp. August; fresh.

Have been back in the homeland getting my fill of English essence. Went back down to Falmouth for a reunion. A time of sailing the high seas, sticking my oar in (what's new?) and pressing reset. Emotional to see wholesome old friends in our dearly beloved Cornwall.

Falmouth: We swam and sailed and fished and buffered our cheeks and barbecued and drank like fish and danced and laughed and pretended we were all 21 again. It was so cheesy but we'd needed it badly as our lungs are smothered by thick webs of city smog most of the time these days.

We promised that we're going to do it every year, but I don't know.....we're getting on a bit now. I know this because when we hit the floor in Falmouth's newest jive-joint, "Mamma Africa" (which we misread as "Granny Africa" - that says it all really, doesn't it?), various whippersnappers struggled to contain their awe (or was it shock...?) as we laid down some seriously bold rave shapes. I'm talking The Cottage, circa 2006.

Anyway, onto the Instagram photos.....through my intrepid explorations of Instagram on the high seas, I discovered around 750 new shades of blue this year. That's right. This is another way of saying I had absolutely no desire to regiment the various available Instagram filters (or ability to remember which one I'd used previously, perhaps...?!). I am an INSTAGRAM MAVERICK.

.........Notice how the blue looks completely different in each picture - in some images the ocean looks positively mediterranean, in others you could be mistaken for thinking we were somewhere near Iceland. Isn't it magical??

Note to self: Get. a. grip. Here they are.

Matthew Hawtin: Dimensions

[This piece was published in the July 2012 issue of Barcelona Connect magazine.]

In collaboration with Sónar Festival of Advanced Music and New Media art, last night MUTT inaugurated “Dimensions,” a solo exhibition showcasing the work of Canadian artist Matthew Hawtin.

MUTT gallery has already gained a solid reputation in Barcelona for hosting a diverse array of events in support of both local and International talent.

Hawtin’s art focuses on the concept of creating a 3D space using minimalistic shapes, bold colours and elements of repetition to bring a sense of symmetry and depth to the canvas, a 2D surface.

Matthew’s brother Richie Hawtin, the owner of record labels Plus 8 Records and Minus Records, produced music accompanying the exhibition.

Matthew has looked to interpret the simplicity of electronic music since he first designed the artwork for Richie’s “Dimension Intrusion” album in 1993. Their working collaboration since then has also served as a visual record of the development of electronic music.

“My work has slowly been minimalised and reduced,” he says. “I think that’s what any artist wants to do, whatever medium they work with. They want their work to be refined until it’s down to its pure essence; achieve an idea in its purest form, in a way.”

There is an undeniable sense of synesthesia in Matthew’s work; rhythms become symmetrical lines, pulsing beats are rendered as blurred edges. It is the exploration of these parallels between visual and audio art that have brought “Dimensions” to Sónar.

Matthew Hawtin: Dimensions
MUTT gallery, Carrer Comerç 15, Barcelona
13^th June – 31^st July 2012

Festival season blog

Just did a blog about festival season for Shopikon, covering festival fashion, Primavera Sound and Sónar.

La Tomaquera - rude catalan cuisine at its best

"come any closer and the bread gets it"

However you look at it, La Tomaquera is “special”. There’s no telephone, they don’t accept reservations and if you ask to see the wine list, the waiter will march off chuckling to himself, only to return (much) later with a carafe of house wine – you’ll drink what they drink. And that’s after he’s served the locals at the table next to you first, even though they arrived ten minutes later.

What may be brusque to some is charming to others, but lets be honest - you’re here for the food and that's what will get you hooked.  They know that as well as you do, and as they casually slide an appetizer of delicately boiled ous de guatlla (boiled quail eggs) onto the chequered tablecloth, you may just catch a proud glimpse in the waiter’s eye. Of course, Catalan cuisine wouldn’t be complete without the classic pan amb tomaquet (bread with tomato), in this place a Do It Yourself version, rubbing whole tomatoes onto the toast followed by a generous glug of olive oil and sprinkle of crunchy sea-salt. 




Then it comes to the grill, a banquet of juicy, grilled conejo (rabbit, a catalan delicacy), botifarra (typical Spanish sausage) and porc. In most cases a parillada is the best option for larger groups, a selection of mouth-wateringly tender, locally sourced cuts. The caracoles (snails) and alcachofas (artichokes) are other catalan specialities well worth a try. And that’s before you’ve even considered the famous crema catalana or rice pudding.

CAELUM - temptation from the monastery.....?

Another little something I have written about one of my favourite hidden spots in Barcelona.

CAELUM, translated from Latin as heaven, is a place well within reach for visitors to this calorific café in the echelons of Barcelona's gothic quarter. Devoted nuns send their sponge-cakes, biscuits and meringues from across the length and breadth of Spain to grace the window displays - celestial altars of frothy icing sugar and bijou, lace doilies.

The ground floor café, a sanctuary of calming music, fragrant tea and candles, is shared by a shop selling their famous Temptations from the Monastery. Those nuns know a thing or two about marketing ungodly calories. Delectable caramels, marzipan, pillowy biscuits, turrón, truffles and traditionally packaged, “medicinal” liqcuors (translated as "highly alcoholic" - but if the nuns approve....) all make superb gifts....especially with playful names such as pets de monja, or nuns’ farts.

But it would seem that these nuns also know a thing or two about sorting the wheat from the chaff. It was my third visit before I even made it to the stairs past the shop, which I later discovered serves as a sort of limbo. Only those strong enough to ignore the sirens of sugar make it beyond, to the real CAELUM.

Walking down a narrow, winding staircase, the space opens into a vaulted cavern of medieval brick and stone. Spectacular Roman arches hang high above wooden tables, and the candelight casts a soft, flickering glow. It is impossible to feel guilty whilst indulging in such graceful, almost monastic surroundings.

This hidden subterranean world was once home to women's Jewish thermal baths in the fourteenth century. To me, CAELUM is another testament to Barcelona's ability to continually refresh its image whilst respecting its complex heritage. It really is another world down there.

C/ Palla, 8

The Impossible Project - Barcelona

A little something I've just written for Shopikon about the opening of a marvellous new photography shop in Born, Barcelona. (This version is unedited - some parts have been changed since publication).

Suitably nestled in the elegant yet hip Born district and barely a block from the city’s Photographic archive, The Impossible Project threw open its doors in December 2011, with other shops already enjoying cult status in Berlin, Vienna and New York. The managers of this branch, Isabel and Jorge, also own Chandal - the Raval-based home of kitsch photography paraphernalia - so are perfectly positioned to understand the venture that has led to a cult renaissance in Instant Photography.

The Impossible Project began in 2008 with Polaroid’s announcement that production would be ceased at its Netherlands-based factory, in the (mistaken) belief that there was simply no space for them as our world shifted towards a digital future. Panic swept through the Polaroid community in the realisation that over 300 million cameras were destined to become nothing more than unusable and obsolete relics from the dusty past of our analog ancestors.

Thank heavens that the factory manager André Bosman and Austrian entrepreneur Florian Kaps saw the potential for a solution to enable the survival of tangible instant film. Looking to mirror Polaroid’s passion for creativity yet going far beyond in terms of innovation, The Impossible Project was born with a mission to produce pioneering chemical formulas, pushing fresh instant film onto the market for its hungry underground following. The shop is a haven of retro photography with its feet firmly in the twenty-first century, housing a gallery for new talent, original Polaroid cameras and of course, fresh cassettes of Impossible Project-made film. The rest is instant history.

See published article here

Text © Natasha Drewnicki 2011.
Photography © Shopikon. All Rights Reserved.

A visit to El Ingenio

This piece was published on shopikon.com.

El Ingenio

Tucked away in the heart of the gothic quarter just a stone’s throw from La Rambla, El Ingenio has been trading festival-related goods for the people of Catalunya since 1838. Beyond the cacophony of puppets, poi, gargantuan festival heads, Carnaval masks and joke-shop paraphernalia lies a family-business spanning generations, with a passion for tradition and the timeless art of entertainment. 

Rosa Cardona is part of this lineage and the driving force behind the wall-to-wall artisan products that continue to be crafted by hand in a hidden workshop at the back of the premises. “We have seen generations pass through these doors: children come for toys and years later return with their own children. There is a lovely atmosphere in the shop because people come to enjoy themselves, to find a piece of nostalgia... it’s as simple as that.” Over the years, the family has counted the likes of Salvador Dalí and the Cirque du Soleil as clients and the Catalan artist Joan Brossa found inspiration in El Ingenio, famously calling it “poesía visual,” visual poetry. It is easy to see why. There is an undeniably magical presence about El Ingenio that even the most hardened adult would find difficult not to feel.

C/Rauric 6, Barcelona

Happy Day of the Dead

El día de los muertos with live Mexicans at Cosmo galería

“For an inhabitant of New York, Paris or London, death is a word that is never spoken, because it burns the lips. The Mexican however is on good terms with her, sleeps with her, courts her; she is one of his favourite playthings and his most lasting love.” 


Octavio Paz. The solitary labyrinth, 1961



The Mexican pursuit of death in all its cadaverous glory makes El Día de los muertos a colourful occasion and something that Barcelona (with its large Mexican and Latin American population) has been keen to get involved with in recent years.

Opening on 28th October, the cryptically titled exhibition, Día de Muertos will showcase the finest new artistic discoveries in the way of skulls, bones, flesh and flouro-folk art. As a testament to the nation’s obsession with death, this collective exhibition of live Mexicans will be looking death squarely in the eye, and (hopefully) surviving until 27th November.

The inauguration begins at 20:00, with complementary Mexican beer on tap. See you at the bar. C/Enric Granados 3

Brangulí was here - CCCB

This exhibition has already passed now, but I thought I'd add it anyway. It was really beautiful.

Brangulí. Barcelona 1909-1945 

7th June – 23rd October


Josep Brangulí (1879 – 1945) accompanied Catalunya throughout monumental socio-political changes during the first half of the twentieth century. During his impressive career as a documentary photographer, Brangulí gave equal weight to the ordinary and everyday as he did to significant historical events.


To photography buffs, he is comparable to the likes of Robert Doisneau and Henri-Cartier Bresson, French humanist photographers who enchanted us with their candid, inky black and white images of street-life. They brought us the decisive moment, the notion of capturing a split second in time through the lens – immortalising that moment forever, as if by an act of alchemy. 


Brangulí’s sensitivity towards his subjects bring us official portraits in formal environments; factory workers pause to stare into the lens, seamstresses work alongside their newborn babies and endless rows of school children study obediently at their desks. 


The timeless black and white images also offer us a powerful insight into an altogether mysterious Barcelona that would otherwise be unknown to us; of now-extinct Gitano neighbourhoods and celebrations-no-more, of lantern-lit watering holes staffed by elegant, be-suited waters; of primitive fire-engines, mummified nuns perched upright outside churches, Fascist marches and Nazi propaganda, of thick, black pools of blood in dark alleys and faded smudges of figures that almost eluded the camera’s immortal gaze completely.

The curators selected a mere three hundred photos from the archive of over a million images for the exhibition and created thematic blocks to make better sense of the broad areas of society, industry and politics that Brangulí covered. The exhibition runs until 23rd October and is a testament to the critical changes of Barcelona not to be missed.


- CCCB Contemporary Art Museum website

C/ MONTALEGRE, 5
08001 Barcelona

Halloween: the Antic Horror Picture Show

This Halloween prepare yourselves for short, sharp bursts of gore, blood and guts in the shape of a locally-produced, low budget cortometraje (short film) festival at the Antic Teatre. Straddling the Gotic/Borne district, the Antic Teatre is a hidden gem of cultured performance-art shows, and is one of the few real “creation” hubs in the centre of the city with an in-house theatre.

Whilst a bohemian/student crowd tends to frequent the beautiful hidden courtyard (graced by an ancient fig tree in its centre), the theatre itself is a space appreciated by a much wider demographic.

Expect all the trappings of your average B-rated horror movie: ridiculous titles, the eternal battle of good and evil, an overzealous use of ketchup and blood curdling shrieks of terror.

The show begins on 30th and 31st at 17:00-19:00, with an in-house band playing at 21:00 on 30th. Tickets are available on the door (price information unavailable, but expect them to be around 5€). Arrive early to secure seats.

- Visit Antic Teatre here

Beefeater in-Edit 2011

The Beefeater In-Edit festival returns to Barcelona this November with a varied selection of musical heavyweights in the arena for its ninth edition. Setting the tone for the opening ceremony will be no less than the creator of the Music Documentary genre himself - Michael Nyman.

Showcasing his most recent, unfinished work, Michael Nyman In Progress, the attention of the camera is refreshingly reversed for a study of filmmaker as artist behind the show-reel, encouraging the audience to consider the exceptional skill required by directors to create films for this genre. Showing an unfinished piece on the silver screen also highlights the nature of film as a tangible, progressive work and an art-form that takes considerable time to master.

Among Nyman will be other documentaries exploring the accomplished lives of world-famous musicians from David Bowie, Iggy Pop, Bob Dylan and Kings of Leon to Toots and the Maytals, Queen and Leonard Cohen.

"First and foremost,” comments the Artistic Director of the festival, Luis Hidalgo, “we give importance to the way the stories are interpreted as opposed to star value of the artist.” Perhaps that is why one film by musician-turned-director Ray Davies failed to meet the rigorous quality requirements this year, in spite of the fact that it would have easily filled cinema seats.

There is undoubtedly something for everyone here, with this year’s festival also boasting 45 talented newcomers into the realm of the music documentary genre. There is certainly an impressive roster of fresh perspectives at our disposition, including other highly original and off-the-wall films with the exploration of music at their core. 


The full programme is available to view online. Tickets must be reserved in advance and are only available to buy from the website or at the ticket office on C/ Muntaner 24. Check website for details.


- Visit the Beefeater In-Edit website and programme here

good times

I can't believe it's been so long since my last post. things have been a bit busy over here....have been attempting to read and write alot more (fruits of those labours to be posted imminently), have newly discovered the joys and woes of working as an autonoma, and after recently spending the last 30€ of my september wage on notebooks alone, have decided it's in my best interest to self-impose a ban on the local stationer's. I am also now thee wisdom teeth lighter.

good times.

don't rain on my parade