The other day I got a bunch of film rolls developed, and I finally got to edit and upload a few photos I took last April 25th, during the fourtieth anniversary celebrations of the Carnation Revolution.
Wallpeople is an ephemeral collaborative art project that takes place simultaneously on a number of cities worldwide. Here in Porto the June 7th event happened downtown at Rua das Flores, and I was there to film it.
I've been rather neglectful of my website lately, to the point where its homepage consisted only of automated backups of my Twitter and Instagram accounts. Which would be okay if all I cared about was that the site somehow got updated, but instead I actually started to find it grating, as if I just came home and found the living room machine-efficiently reorganized by a swarm of those vaccuum cleaner robots: sofa propped up tall in order to minimize its footprint, my record collection used as floor tiling, books as a huge Christmas tree-like pile for easier retrieval or burning.
The thing is, when you aggregate (or, euphemistically, 'machine curate') too much, your voice is lost. I came to check on my site and realized how 'spammy' it looked. Ugh. So I made one important tweak: this site now defaults to a Weblog (remember those?) page stripped of all automation, so I actually had something of a more active role in getting it there ('active' meaning that I run a script that syncs my latest Tumblr post, but still). The ugly automated but useful (at least for me) Aggregator of Nearly Everything Worth Saving to My Own Server still lives at the Stream, where the Weblog may drown under a — well, a stream of stuff I write, share or photograph on my phone while unaware of the aesthetic consequences for my own website.
Reza Farazmand’s Poorly Drawn Lines is my absolute favourite webcomic at the moment. Here’s a very tiny sample of its brilliance.
I had no idea the Chinese (or at least the citizens of Beijing) had a sense of public space similar to the Spaniards. Just look at how they make themselves at home in the streets a night: we Portuguese could learn a thing or two.
This weekend I went with some friends to explore the forgotten back alleys of the Lapa area, here in Porto. There's a common perception it is dangerously favela-like, however we confirmed that it is just a myth — a useful myth, perhaps, as it keeps tourism away from what we found to be best view of the city.