Barcelona's trademark architectural style, from Gaudi and beyond, gathers legions of young (in their majority) travel gangs competing for quick entrance:
Sagrada Familia, La Pedrera, Casa Batlló, Palau de la Música Catalana, and more, jazz up every other corner of the Catalan capital.
There's just one problem: Undisciplined, messy, jazzy as this writer gloats to be, it doesn't speak to me.
Miles afar from urban decay, it flirts with surrealism, but it's not extreme enough.
I therefore resolved to look for imaginative details that will make the Spanish Modernists more my own. Not an easy task, but photo-editing gave me a hand.
Here's my personal view of the barcelonesque queer - so not real, but still quite far from a lie...
The Expressionist Extraordinaire
Soundtrack:
Eulogy by LA Vampires & Zola Jesus.
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| Palau de la Música Catalana: The Modernist creation of my predilection. |
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| Casa Batlló and the pilgrimage of teenage travel groups. |
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| A modernist balcony bows to the Goths. |
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| Modernisme does Alice in Wonderland. |
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| Magic castle |
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| The pedestrian reality of Parc Güell |
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Sagrada Familia: The spiritual Disneyland.
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| Purple rain |
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| My Sagrada version of the Modernist Familia. |
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Text and photography by Danai Molocha.
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