Madrid is renowned for its bustling restaurants, but behind of every mouth-watering bite the city offer us, there is a hard-working food-producer.
I open the window and a salty breeze caresses my face. I leave the house, accompanied by the rustling sound of the sand under my feet and the swaying leaves of the palm tree.
Commissioned by his sovereign, Francisco de Goya restored country life to its rightful position, which had been—and should continue to be, the king’s residence.
Achieving a harmonious integration of the urban, rural and natural spheres into a continuous whole, avoiding landscape fragmentation … That is the real point.
The consumption of local produce is a sound environmental practice that providing us with quality food and ensuring sustainable production models.
Let’s take a look at the faces and hands of those who farm the land and produce our food—we’ll immediately understand a life filled with sacrifice.
Here is my acknowledgement to some of the icons of the resistance, heroes and villains who, thanks to the rural gene, managed to forge—or destroy, the term ‘citizen.’
The countryside is a scenario from which we may defend the return to the origins of total artists, their constant exploration of the land as a place from which to create.
Sometimes all we need to balance the gruelling monotony of the daily grind is one grand unbridled party and celebrate everything worth celebrating.
Nowadays large-scale events are not only an excuse to celebrate but are one of the most effective platforms for promoting artists, groups and territories.
From time immemorial, man has gathered in groups to communicate and share the landmarks of his existence—in short, to celebrate life.
Public administrations don’t only create communal space; they must also bring it to life by using it as a backdrop for the celebration of citizen events.
At the dawn of humanity we celebrated a new life, a good hunt or a fine harvest. Today we make pilgrimages to the promised land and the delightful moment of a festival.
At each new festival I attend … there it is—my surprised face by the instinctive inclination of audiences to turn everything into a big party.
Whether you’re a spectator or an organiser, the result is always the same—no soon are it’s doors closed that you’re thinking of the next event.
Festivals have become powerful tools for communication and creative exchange that overstep the borders that delimit them.
A city is an infinite patchwork of people and places. The perfect city fertilises this garden so that businesses can grow and its citizens can flourish.
In the race for being a great metropolis of its time, only an obstacle can push back to a city to the square one: forget which makes it different.
The long-awaited ‘ideal city’ exists where perfection and change aren’t enemies but allies: it tries, fails and then continues to write its history with what does work.
The relationship between the administration and citizenship must be reciprocal: not only shall ensure of the fulfillment of our duties but for the protection of our rights.
The future of companies involves making the values to which they owe their success. As a reward they will have an unprecedented relationship with their territory and users.
The cities of the future are those that do not impose, but offer their visitors the tools they need to build their dreams—that other life they imagine.
Our encounter with the ideal city resembles an encounter with the perfect stage set in an audiovisual production: all we have to do is to find the light that makes it real.
To quote George Bernard Shaw, ‘There is no love more sincere than the love of food.’ Given that the city is a favourable scenario for sharing, let’s eat together.
