The last time Celso and I were in Peru we had the honor of meeting Fortunato Urcuhuaranga, the man behind the country’s colorful band posters known as afiches chicha — or chicha posters. Today, a friend forwarded us the above doc by Mario Chumpen Espinoza on Urcuhuaranga’s life and work. If you speak Spanish, definitely worth checking out.
Celso y C-Monstruo: Amores Perros. A Peruvian chicha poster — imported to Brooklyn. (Photo by C-M.)
One of my ongoing fascinations with Lima (which I’ve touched on in the past) is the soup of fog that covers the city about six months out of the year. It’s a phenomenon that seems to soak up all brightness and makes the desert ecosystem (already harsh) look even more apocalyptically inhospitable. It’s alluded to in countless works of Peruvian fiction (from novels by Mario Vargas Llosa to Daniel Alarcón), and is even discussed in Herman Melville’s Moby Dick — in the chapter on whiteness. (It is “the strangest, saddest city, thou cans’t see,” he wrote. “For Lima has taken the white veil; and there is a higher horror in this whiteness of her woe.”)
Which brings to me to my ongoing interest in Peruvian chicha posters — the cheaply-printed band posters produced in an array of neon-colored inks. As Celso pointed out to me during our last trip around Peru, it’s almost as if they produce their own light. Perhaps a requirement in a place where sharp edges are often dulled by the perpetual mist.
This Friday, Celso is going to be showing a collection of these — along with collages and a mini chicha/cumbia disco installation that accommodates two people for dancing (I helped with the soundtrack!!) — at Pandemic Gallery in Williamsburg. But we wanted folks to see what the posters look like installed around the foggy Peruvian capital, so we made a short video about it (see below). It includes a bit of footage from our trip to meet Fortunato Urcuhuaranga at Publicidad Viusa, the family-run studio that originated this look in the ’80s. (It is now widely copied all over the country.) And features some spectacular audio of me mumbling. If you want to learn more, Creative Review also has a great video on these wonderful folks.
Anyhow, please come to the opening this Friday to check out the show! It should be a ton of fun.
¡No Habla Español!
37 Broadway (btw. Kent & Wythe)
Friday, March 11, 2011
For more info, click here.
Congrats to JP for winning the C-Mon Giveaway for Skateboarding.3D.
- Condom envelopes. (Thank you so very much, Shorttage.)
- A documentary on bad writing. I need to see this.
- Improvised Egyptian protest helmets. My favorite. (Conscientious Redux.)
- MUST-READ: An absolutely fantastic piece about images culled from the East German secret police archives, complete with pix.
- Naples contemporary art museum seeks asylum in Germany. (Conscientious Redux.)
- Things looking incredibly grim for the Jersey City Museum. More here.
- Correcting misconceptions about David Wojnarowicz’s Fire in My Belly. Number one, it’s not a video. More here.
- LACMA and the Getty pick up a whole lotta Mapplethorpe.
- What you will see on the Google Art project. What you won’t see. And why it may not be as interesting as everyone thinks it is.
- Broken glass.
- Fascinating story on Brody Condon’s est-inspired self-actualization performance at the Hammer. Sounds totally weird-amazing.
- Sculpture goes QWERTY.
- Diego Rivera stole my outfit. (@ArchivesAmericanArt.)
- How Rust-oleum is writing itself out of the graffiti business. (Utne Reader.)
- Today’s Graff: It’s all about the trucks.
- On the human figures used in architectural renderings.
- Lladró, purveyor of tacky living room sculptures, is now going all architectural.
- A guide to architecturespeak. Handy.
- Snow monsters.