Adbusters: a great magazine

Finally, I found a magazine worth to read and re-read. I was checking the magazine shelves at the Tate Modern shop and I was curious in between the excess of styling and post-post-modern-super-contemporary magazines, I saw this one, Adbusters...
The style is very original, approachable, entertaining and cool. The articles are very enjoyable about current issues and also I would say daring as they use a different language from other art magazines that seem to be written for being understood for just a few brains in the world.
I don't believe that is the purpose of art nowadays. Contemporary art is already a challenge to understand (and accept) to even make it unaccessible in the article review world. I'm glad to say that Adbusters, not only fulfills the entertainment talent but also dares to exchange attitudes and general thoughts of current issues which are over-generalized. Like when you say a word many times it seems it loses its meaning, some issues in the world are reviewed in such a way that have become unimportant. Definitely, you have the opposite effect reading this magazine, released in a very witty way, with a very interesting visual layer and with a variety articles from a wide source of either art forms, fashion, style, current world issues and involving social issues.
A New Aesthetic for a new reader dulled with the ordinary elite of unreadable magazines.

Finding Angels in London

How many times had happened the chances to say something that soon after it comes back in a particular way...

I was talking to a work colleague about life, and the cuts on shifts and the strong individualism needed nowadays in the city to keep maintaining the routine going... I said metaphorically I was needing an angel half joke half serious... but more focused on the fact of a dead tight routine not willing to keep as it seems boring... equals 'bring me some action!' or at the least interesting stuff... as some sort of adventure in the cage of routine...

So there I was the next day to an important appointment 1h earlier without me realizing it at those moments... I scanned my oyster card on the reader and started to walk down the escalators of the tube station... Waiting in the platform for an average of 2 minutes...

Tube arrives. I stepped in, and I saw a couple of seats available. One was free, but in between 2 random people. The other was free but with the bag of a person. Normally, I would have gone straight away for the free one, but for some unknown, subjective reason, I wanted to seat in the one occupied by the bag... A few seconds of non sense. The man makes the gesture of removing the bag for letting me sit there... And my reason and logic sense comes in, 'WTF? Stop being fool, Sit on the free one! Don't bother people with that!' ...

So I smiled the man, and made a gesture that meant 'Don't worry, I'll take the free seat', which he, obviously, understood perfectly, and smiled me back.

So I sit and looked at the ads on the top of the tube, as there was no LondonPaper available neither anything good to read. 'God damn! I couldn't find anything interesting to read... I read all the books I have at home...' I looked at the man's bag which was a reusable plastic bag full of documents and folders... He was also looking at the top of the ads from the opposite position...

Our sights met a couple of times, and we smiled each other again.

At some point, he took a few folded papers from the bag and looked at them proudly, picked up one of them and folded it carefully, then made eye contact with me and with a smile he handed it to me. I grabbed the paper, unfolded it and read:

'Make Capitalism history... WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO DREAM' At the back of the paper was a mini review, which sounded interesting and said: read it online at www.wilfsangels.co.uk

I have ordered a copy, but actually you can read it online!!! And they are poems!!

Wao..

I love London.

Autorretrato

Soy un enigma intrascendido, vanal y confuso.
Ilusa chiquilla solitaria transeúnte entre sombras,
con un corazón cansado, latente,
regenerador del día, del alma.

Vientos que me llevan y me traen,
me menean y me sueltan de golpe
en extraños lugares...
Desconocidos e inexplorados.

Incomprendida, inalcanzable y sin respuestas.

Absolución.

Another Sun

The Feather - 2

The Feather - 1

Leaves and branches creaked under her feet while she trudged through the shrubs towards the noise. She kept calling Shila more in an interrogation tone than in a determinant instruction. She stepped in a clearing where a ray of light pointed to the centre of a green grass space. She looked around but she could not see where Shila was. There was silence apart from the sound of the leaves in the trees being moved by the breeze. There were no singing birds or any other sound apart from that. All of a sudden, one of the bushes shook and Shila jumped in the clearing directly to the spot of day light in the middle. She run towards Shila, pleased she found her finally. Shila wagged the tail and sniffed a particular spot on the floor. When Luna got closer, she stroked Shila, but the dog kept with the attention in the grass sniffing anxiously. Luna observed that the subject of scent was a strange bright object hidden in between the grass, with the form of a feather. She crouched closer to the object while Shila looked at her like expecting something. It was like metal made and the soft part of the feather looked alike part had the appearance of metal yet it looked soft like a bird feather. She grabbed the feather and put it in a vertical position in front of her eyes so the light reflected on the material.

'Shila! You found a treasure!', the dog barked and wagged the tail. 'Is it a metallic feather?... I didn't know there were metallic birds at all'.

She started hearing something else, apart of the leaves in the trees eing moved by the breeze, it was something different, but with Shila barking loudly she couldn't distinguish very well.

'Shila, shhhhhh..., quiet', and she stroked her neck to calm down the dog. Shila stopped barking and started panting, until she calmed down. Now she could hear well... there was a soft kind of music... and it was coming from the feather!!

The feather was softly moved by the breeze as well, and the light reflected on its surface was showing a sort of iridescence she had never seen before, but the soft sound was really engaging, it was a bit hypnotic, and she stared and listened to the feather for several minutes until Shila barked loudly awaking Luna from the stillness.

'We should go back home now. Let's bring it home, I'm sure mum and dad can tell me what is it, they will be amazed!'

Holding the feather in one hand, Shila and Luna trudge back to the bushes towards the path. The feather kept emiting the sound all the way back. When they arrived, she stepped in the house and shouted:

'Mom! Dad! Look what I found!'

To be continued...

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