White Paper by - English Issue 4

Gema López Gema López has been involved in the world of photography since she was a child, her father was already an advertising photographer and one can say that she was born and lived among cameras, negative film, and photography all her life. Having a father who teaches you from an early age is an added value when handling cameras and making it your profession. Her work is mainly focused on beauty, fashion, decoration, gourmet, etc., collaborating with both Spanish and international publications, including El País Semanal, Marie Claire, Gentleman, ELLE, etc., and brands such as L’Oreal, El Corte Inglés, etc. Rubén Vega Rubén Vega has worked as a photographer for many years and is a reference both in the fashion world and in his personal works of natural landscapes,…

A year, one full year has gone by in a heartbeat. A year in a century where the sun keeps rising in the morning and setting in the evening, where summers go and winters come, sometimes with greats snows. It has been a year that has left all or at least many of us feeling down. We try going back to normal, to life as we knew it. Yet there is so much still to bring back, and although some things and people won’t be able to come back, hopefully some things will change and others, like climate change, will stop. This letter makes me think about how I have changed, my way of life, my job, the lack of some, and the presence of many others. Sometimes it is…

“Javier and I have been friends since we first looked into each other’s eyes. It was a crush. A friendship at first sight. It happened in New York, at the premiere of Talk to Her at the grand Lincoln Center. At that moment, he was once again the boy from La Rioja who marveled at being surrounded by famous artists of cinema, music, and literature. The New York of the old days, the one that summoned the celebrities of the city, seemed to have revived that night to applaud the latest Almodovarian creation. Javier was there, as if he were a naughty boy, among them all, with his childish smile and his precarious English. He told me he was staying for a while to learn the language and I left…

We entered Nacho Duato’s house and already felt speechless. It is an incredibly neat house, filled above all with books. He has a lot of books, wherever you look. Stories, poetry, biographies, everything. A house full of art, paintings, and more paintings. Some of the very many paintings and drawings are done by him. Everything in the house exudes art and good taste, but at the same time it surrounds you with warmth. His house represents him. It is comfortable, it has light, and you cannot stop taking in culture at every corner, from the magnifying glass on the table of his studio to the shelves and walls. It is a beautiful house and, as always, in every conversation, he is overflowing with anecdotes, talks about books, jumping from one…

How is the pandemic unfolding in a theatre house such as the Teatro Real? In June 2020, we decided to reopen to the public, implementing all safety measures required by the health sector. Therefore, on July 1 La Traviata was very successfully performed, and the new season could start in September. This decision has proven to be the right one and today Teatro Real has become an international reference. The Cultural Barometer of the Fundación Contemporánea ranks it as the third cultural institution in Spain, following the Prado Museum and the Reina Sofía Museum. And it is also the leading institution regarding performing and musical arts by far. What are the measures taken for the performances when it comes to choirs or a lot of actors on stage such as…

This is me: three years old, short hair, itchy woolen leotards, colorful sweater, and a tweed coat two sizes too big. I’m going to the movies with my parents. There is only darkness. They buy me some lemon-flavored Darlins sweets. The show is starting. Pinocchio. Suddenly, my parents don’t exist anymore, nor the darkness, nor the itchy woolen leotards. Nothing exists anymore but a grandfather who feels alone and creates a fictional grandson who lies. Then a whale comes and eats Pinnochio. I start screaming no, no, no don’t eat him! Everyone shushes me. My parents try to quiet me down too but to no avail, I scream so much that the usher, who already knows us, asks my parents to take me outside but I refuse, and now I’m…