This Week in Graffiti, #3
Greetings from Barcelona, where the world is your canvas as long as you have a can of spray paint and no common regard for other…
Let’s Be Snobs and Visit the Joan Miró Art Museum
At the request of a friend, I’ve decided to write about one of Barcelona’s most celebrated contemporary artists, Joan Miró. Born in 1893 to well-to-do…
This Week in Graffiti (#2)
In honor of my friend Lee who is still trying to finish the first paragraph of my last blog post, I’m going with mostly pictures this…
Nation-building, Catalan Style
When you’re in the middle of great political upheaval–I mean serious upheaval, with police batons crunching skulls, half a million protesters clogging the streets, politicians being…
When La Policia Nacional Comes Knocking
It’s Voting Day here in Catalonia. La Policia Nacional haven’t arrived to the polling station where I am right now, but this is what it looks like…
Houston, We Have a Referendum
Trying to explain Catalonia’s bid for independence right now is like explaining how to change brake rotors while sitting in a van that just crashed through…
The Sant Medir Jolly Rancher Manure Festival
When you’re a mopey, misanthropic, joy-consuming black hole like me, Barcelona can be a total drag. It seems like every time I finish revising my goodbye note, leaving…