“Do you know why you do not like conceptual art? It is because you know how to solve problems with your hands. You have the means to create plastically, visually. If you only had concepts, you would write.”Read More
“Você sabe por quê você não gosta de arte conceitual? É que você sabe resolver problemas com as mãos. Você possui os meios para criar plasticamente, visualmente. Se você tivesse só conceitos, você ia escrever.”Read More
If you have never worn khadi — the traditional handspun, hand-woven cotton, wool or silk cloth of India — not only will such comfort and durability go unbeknownst to you, but you might also miss out on its incredible history.Read More
Foi um nó na garanta que saiu depois de uma semana horrível no Rio de Janeiro | The past week in Rio de Janeiro had been hairy and horrific, and it had given me a hairball to cough up and spit out.Read More
El Carnaval poco conocido de Montevideo, Uruguay tal vez sea uno de los más auténticos.
fotos y texto por Nacho Hamad
The candombe tradition of Montevideo, Uruguay may not be so well-known as other Carnivals, but it might just be one of the most authentic.
photos and text by Nacho Hammad
Já gostei mais de Carnaval. Já fiz tudo que eu tinha direito de fazer na maior festa popular. Mesmo assim, não resisti pelo menos um bloco querido: a tradicionalíssima BANDA DA CONCEIÇÃO, no bucólico morro da Zona Portuária.
I used to love Carnaval. I’ve had more than my fill of them over the years, but I decided to go to at least one of my most beloved street parties: the very traditional BANDA DA CONCEIÇÃO, on one of the oldest hilltops in Rio de Janeiro.Read More
His choice surprised me not only because both of us spend our time reading the Booker prize shortlists. I couldn’t imagine someone like him taking time out to read Harry Potter— which, I discovered, revealed much more about my prejudice than about his taste.Read More
I imagined her watching any non-survivors being hurled into something like the adjacent Cemiterio dos Novos Pretos, the Cemetary of New Blacks, the site of the largest slave cemetery in the Americas, where tens of thousands of bodies had been dumped and incinerated upon arrival in Rio de Janeiro. Such violence affected every generation that followed her, including those who are struggling to maintain the siteRead More
There are two kinds of travelers: those running from themselves and those running to themselves, I thought, as I pointed the camera at the children. I am happy to say that it was this thought that struck me, and not the marbles aimed back at me along with their giggles and smiles.Read More