Month: April 2011

So let me tell you a story

I was born in the Spain of the 70s, on the year before France died and the dictatorship ended. My home town, the city of San Sebastian is an extremely beautiful city where kings and queens (and also that old dictator) used to spend their summer enjoying invigorating sea baths. Elegant and lovely, but so very small that often my parents knew of my whereabouts before I got home. London is my adopted town. A complete chaos where millions of people live almost classified by typologies… well, maybe I am exaggerating, but it truly feels that way. Urban tribes or fashion trends which ever way you may want to look at it, set a very clear picture of the area they move on, and although the architectures have increasingly lost their identity, one can always count on the inhabitants to not require reading of the street plates. I am happy here. I can be what ever I want to be and nobody cares. You do get a great sense of freedom. But freedom comes with a price sometimes… Yesterday I had lunch with …