For another year IberoDocs Film Festival is back to celebrate its 3rd edition having a great programme, special events, opening and closing receptions, and parties.
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We are very proud to announce the upcoming screening in London of ‘reStart’ a short film written and directed by Olga Osorio. The film it is included as part of the programme of CORTOMETRAJES, 7 Spanish Short Films, a screening event curated and produced by Shorts On Tap and Brit Es Magazine. The event will take place on 18 February at 93 Feet East, a legendary spot in the heart of East London, the Old Truman Brewery at 150 Brick Lane.
And it’s not just us — the 200,000+ view count on Catá’s Vimeo channel speaks for itself. Yet despite all this recognition, Catá is extremely shy… or is it because of this? In order to find out more about him, we invited Catá to join us on a crisp autumn morning in Madrid. We’re happy to say that he agreed…
Olmo Blanco’s drawings transform everyday contexts. Geometrical patterns cover walls, floors and the most common objects. His works are based on the ephemeral, in the persistent repetition of simple figures that turn into a kind of mantra, into a memory of our most recent archaeology. This is the first time that Olmo visits Edinburgh.
Documentary cinema is returning to Scotland with the second instalment of Iberodocs, the Ibero-American Documentary Film Festival. The festival aims to foster intercultural integration and to encourage audiences to reflect upon the concept of identity. And judging from this year’s programme, all manner of individual and collective identities will feature upon the screens of the Filmhouse in Edinburgh and the Centre for Contemporary Arts in Glasgow from May 14th to 24th.
Where does the process of designing a product end? How important is a product’s packaging — or is it what’s on the inside that counts? Do you judge a book by its cover? Have you ever bought a new item of clothing and liked the label so much that you kept it?
When Manuel and his friend were well seasoned by the sun and the ocean winds, the ship finally reached a sea of red-brown water which the sailors on their ship called a river. On the shore there was a big port and cluster of long, tall buildings, with police, customs, health inspection and a “Hotel for Immigrants”.
Don Emeterio Suárez de Valcarría y Candia was a great huntsman, and an even better womaniser. It was well known throughout the region that, as soon as the season opened, he’d be up in the mountains, day after day, goaded on by the smell of gunpowder with not a thought in his head but feathers and hides and trophies.
Years went by, possibly some twenty, and the spinners of Soacinsa rarely crossed Don Emeterio’s mind. Vicente da Rula fell prey to a cancer that morphine could do little to mask; and the chemist heard no more about that child in the mountains except — from what his servant had told him — that he was growing up happily, with his loving mother and the kindly verger of San Fiz whom the woman had ended up marrying.
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