A conversation between
Elisa Palacio & Juan Laxagueborde
Cafés are weird places, not completely public or intimate. They are loaded, many are, with certain sediments, years and years of remaining in the same place, with the same decoration, and untouched customs: adhering things around a clock. Something like that happens at McPancho, the kiosk/café, in front of Puán, where the owner listens to music at full blast, screams, sometimes acts a bit to military-like with the waiters, and collects, behind the counter, dozens of photos of soccer players, business characters, and college professors that appeared in newspapers he read, and many other things I cannot remember. Viñas’ expression made me think of the idea of collecting, archiving, fetishising, of having hobbies, which many of us have. As if in each of us there is a series of objects that tells something that exceeds us; a reliable version of the things, the history, of certain secret aspects of being alive. Like a bizarre encyclopedia that others interpret in order to tell us what we are and a secular altar that symbolises an ethic. I then thought, and here I will stop, of the relationship between bars and museums, between those that manage a counter (including the walls at the back) and curators.
Edited by Tom Melick
Typography by Ruud Ruttens
Printed by Geddes & Walter, Melbourne
32 pp., 101.5 × 190.5 mm, softcover
Edition of 300