“O filho de mil homens”, the new novel by Valter Hugo Mãe, will be presented today at Livraria Ler Devagar, in Lisbon. For this event, I was invited by the publishers Editora Objectiva to paint a reproduction of the book’s cover on the bookshop’s massive door, and documented the process on a short time lapse video.
After all the buzz, never-ending chatter, studio meetings, a lot of hard work but also a lot of fun, The Lisbon Studio’s first collective output is ready to go to print. It’s all very exciting!
With an intriguing mix of comics, illustration, short stories and photography, it’s a good portrait of the mild chaos and creative outpouring going on in the studio. Half art-book, half magazine, this first issue features work by Ana Freitas, Joana Toste, João Paulo António, João Tércio, Nuno Duarte, Patrícia Furtado, Pepedelrey, Pedro Potier, Ricardo Blanco, Ricardo Cabral, Ricardo Venâncio, Rui Lacas, Sara Barbas , and was beautifully designed by Tiago Tavares.
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Phew, it’s live! Such a long, overdue, redesign and update of my website! Lots of kinks to iron out on the next few days, I’m sure.
Helena calls me aunt Patita, knows how to plant the perfect kiss on a cheek, imitates my every gesture - specially dance moves -, bosses everyone around by pointing her little finger, makes faces for the camera, speaks a language of her own and her smiles and giggles are highly contagious. Better than sugar almonds […]
I went back to highschool today. A few of my teachers invited me to give a little talk to the students about what I do and so I prepared a presentation and went back to my old art classroom to face a crowd of 16-18 year olds.
After a crazy girls’ night out, what could possibly get me out of bed early on Sunday morning? An invitation to the first screening of Coraline, of course!
Once upon a time there was a house on Tudor Road, in London’s East End, and I was lucky to inhabit the attic of that house for a couple of years. There was a crazy and creative vibe to that semi-detached: a constant whirl of people coming in and out, delicious girly chatter by the kitchen table, quirky projects like super-hero costumes and wearable fairy wings, barbecues in the garden and dj-powered costume parties that lasted all night. A lot of chaos, a bit of drama and, most of all, tons of fun. I really, really, miss those days.
When I saw Manhattan for the first time, I have to confess, my eyes teared up. As the Puerto Rican shuttle driver brought us out of the Lincoln Tunnel, I pinched myself. The wait was over, my heart was racing: what had been a lifetime long-distance romance was now a real love affair. Silly, I know.
Back in Lisbon, in front of my mac, after spending two wonderful weeks exploring New York on my own, attending Wordcamp NY and the amazing Shift conference. Phew! So much to tell you all about!
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After four crazy days in Manhattan, walking up and down like a lunatic, and a Friday night of comedy and booze, Saturday was begging me to slow down and do something more relaxed. Managing to escape the touristic frenzy that the weekend would probably add to the city, I hopped on a train to Brooklyn and went… to the beach.
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There are no words to express how tired I feel right now. Exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe it, I’m totally knocked out, aching all over, falling apart. I feel like two weeks of this may be enough to kill me.
What’s the rush, I keep asking myself, why the eagerness, why the impatience? I don’t know, it’s stronger than me. New York is out there, it’s spectacularly huge, and although I’m here for two weeks, the clock is ticking loudly in my head and doesn’t allow me to waste time. Walk, walk, walk!
After watching so many films and tv shows set in New York, being here for the first time has this wonderful and weird feeling of familiarity. Two days passed and I still feel like I’m dreaming.
Mesmo depois de lá ter passado uma vez ou outra, eu não sabia onde era a Rua do Crucifixo até ao dia em que abriu a estação da Baixa / Chiado. É assim que certas ruas ganham notoriedade. Da placa de mármore discreta, no topo de uma esquina, vêem de repente o seu nome figurar […]
Is it just me, or is Cookie an appropriate name for a cat who likes to sit in places like this?
It’s been nearly a week ago, and only now am I finding time to write a post about it: Barcamp 08 in Coimbra, organised by the nice people at We Break Stuff.
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