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Two thousand and twenty, Twenty Twenty, dos mil veinte (how bilingual!) New year resolutions, yupi!! Challenges for the new year, oh yeah! First one, staying alive! Second, that all my dreams come true! Last, but not least, the fall of capitalism!! As 2020 it is just a way of administrate that thing that we call time, I don't think year resolution should exist, maybe just resolution for the future to come, what it's the same, but at the same time not... So, this are my thoughts for this 4718 (for the chinese calendar). Well, I think the real challenge for the time to come is to be able to manage the collapse and fall of every structure that doesn't work with our wishes for a new and renovated way of living that considere us as... humans and not just a productive robots. It is time to kill, crush and transform something, anything we considerer a detriment for our existence. Also recognize, and think, and accept, the academy as space o

OMG it was the best concert ever!!  I always say that I've gone to just one concert ever in my entire life, but if I thought a bit longer I realize that I've gone to a lot. The thing is I payed just for one, so that is the one I remember the most, basiclly because... I don't know, because I am a capitalist pig and the only experiences that disserve a space in my cold and materialist heart are the one wich I payed for. Or maybe because it was the only concert that I planned to go, so it felt like I did all the things that it supposes to be done. When/where it was? On April 2012. At Parque O'Higgins here in Santiago (At the begining it was called Parque Cousiño, since 1873 to 1972. Its original name was after an aristocrat who decided to comission to a french arquitect transform a plot of land in a beautiful, refind and hip park). Who was playing? Since it was a festival people would supose that I saw a lot of artist, but I won't. Actuall

It has always been in mind to travel to a distant place. To a vast steppe. No hills around, not in the distance, not even beyond the horizon. Something like a desert, but a freezing cold desert with not so bright white light, with a tint of blue, diffused for the thick layer of dark grey clouds and cover for a harsh brown grass carpet. I’d like to visit a place like that not to see the view, but to feel the wind. It should be strong, cold and dry. In my mind I walk through the grass with a stool in my hand and a mug in the other, I took a place in the middle of the steppe, and stay there, staring while I drink tea. When I think in that place I’ve always thought in Tierra del Fuego, a distant island at the end of the world, where after the european invasion, the colonization, the Selk'nam genocide and the hunt of every animal in the land there is nothing more than grass and wind. There is no more else than the land itself. In a less poetic way (or maybe not) a place like th

–First I would like to say that if you read my entry "my red convertible Porsche" you will already know that this thing that I'm doing in this institution  don't represent my interests. Or maybe should say: if you read that entry you will know that  I'm quite doubtful. In that entry I said that I should stick to my original plan, so now I'm trying to bend my destiny and  do what was undo.– I have a Design degree with focusing in Industrial Design and currently I'm a student in the Dance program of the Arts Faculty in Universidad de Chile. At the end of my first degree I started thinking in a way of transform the disciplinar field I was told I should perform my professional knowledge and add to it my own perspective and interests. I decided not to take to an end my final project and pospone my residence, with the aim of going out and pursuit new places and disciplines where I could insert myself. The plan A was: ask for a working holiday visa

When I was 21 I met a guy who loves loves coffee and cigarettes, Foucault and Björk. She is an icelandic singer, composer, musician... artist, but beyond all the things that she do with her music, I really admire all the collaborations that she do. All the work that she do with new, different and hip producers, as Arca for her last two albums Vulnicura and Utopia, or Trickie for her second album Post. All the work that she did with the french world knowing film director Michel Gondry in her music videos for: Human Behavior, Army of me, Crystalline, Declare Independence, Bacheloratte, Jóga, Hyperballad and Isobel. And the collaboration with the medial artist Matthew Barney (knowing for his film serie Cremaster) for his film Drawing Restraint 9 in which she composed, produced and performed the soundtrack. All the work that she do with great fashion designers as her friend Alexander McQueen who makes several of her festival, concert and music video looks. Or the current w

I'm a visual thinker so my references always have been on that side of the creative spectrum. Sometimes I really wonder if I found another interest rather than the visual appreciation in the dance. I know more architects and more fashion designers than dancers or choreographers. Sometime ago searching information for I don't remember what I reached the website of a british fashion designer, Aitor Throup. More than his designs I found really interesting the way he develops his creative process and specifically how he is able to manage his time despite the timing of the industry. Aitor throup is a multidisciplinar platform that explore how different techniques can be apply to the research and design of new fashion objects. This translates in the embrace of a new way of understand the process and breaks the pressure and the need of the fashion industry for present a show/collection at least twice a year. Instead his work present  a serie of patterns, prototype