martes, 19 de julio de 2016

this blog's kinda dead


my face 'cause it's been a while since you last saw it (my hair is dark again! i've got bangs now! and no braces!)

hi!!! it's been so long and you've probably realized by now that this thingy is kinda dead. however, you can still keep up with my life and stuff on other places! i update my personal tumblr (www.avrilatina.tumblr.com) and my photography tumblr (www.inescardo.tumblr.com) quite frequently, and i'm also uploading pix regularly to my instagram @inescardo aaaaaand finally, my photography facebook (www.facebook.com/inesccardo). anywayz i'll still check this blog from time to time to update whenever possible and read yo stuff <3 also i'll be in london in august, if you girls could tell me some cool places to go that'd be so nice <3

here are some pix from my last 35mm film































all taken by me in madrid.
friends on the pictures: lula, marta, sara.


<3 here's a summer jam <3



xxx 
inés

sábado, 23 de abril de 2016

Being young and whatever


Firstly, it feels a bit unnatural to write this down in English, but as this blog has always been written in a language which is not my mother tongue, I didn't want to break the harmony.
This post was born as a note in my cellphone, just the way a true millenial would write it, so I'm not disappointing myself. But plot twist, I'm not even a millenial.
The kids who are neither millenials nor kids from the 2000, especially the ones born around 95-99, are always in this kind of limbo. Being born in the 99 and having sisters born in the 95 and 96, I've never had any problem when learning to use computers or any modern technology, because, at some point, I grew up with those skills, and still, my childhood memories don't include the Internet. The only technologies I used as a kid were probably my game boy, my cassette player and the TV. I exceptionally remember using the Internet once during one summer vacations, it was my uncle's computer. But I still went to parks, to soccer fields, I still played with dolls and toys. Technology wasn't that important, either. I think it happened the same way to my sisters.


On the pre-Internet times, if a person belonged to a certain scene, it was because that person had either grown up there or had any kind of physical contact with it at some point of their life - a friend in common who introduced them, being at a determinate place, at a determinate time, etc. With the Internet, it's even possible to belong to a scene you're not physically in. Finding people is easier, joining groups and communities is easier. Everything seems to be easier and faster. The Internet brings a huge flood of aesthetic possibilities and we have been the first ones to grow up along with it. It's easier for us to discover the things we like, to educate ourselves, to find information about movements and to share our thoughts and art. That's why coming from a family that doesn't discuss politics often, when I was 12, I was already educating myself in feminism. I wouldn't have found out about it any other way if the Internet didn't exist, I would lack information, I would probably feel dissident towards certain social or political attitudes, but I wouldn't have an answer myself.

Last month when the exhibition I was taking part in started, some people seemed to be impressed by the fact I was only 17 and already into photography. I can't say I didn't feel flattered since I've always had a complex regarding my age - I've always been intimidated by older people and at the same time, my friends have always been older than me -, but on the other hand, I don't feel that my age is an achievement: I've always had a more open and easier access to information, so it's just a matter of the circunstances I've grown up with. Maybe the true achievement is to get to be heard and taken into account by adults who are still not aware of this change of generation and circunstances, but I'm privileged in relation to the young artists who were born in other decades, and I can't consider something as an achievement if I'm coming from a situation of privilege.

I'm young and I like being young. A huge part of my photography revolves about the matter of growing up because it's what I'm experiencing now, but it's not going to be the end of the world when I'm no longer young and able to talk about it from the immediate experience.

We do need a hand from older people who have more experience in certain areas, especially now that there's no awareness of these changes and all the capacities that young people have, but it shouldn't happen in a paternalistic way. I've been noticing this hype towards youth from a long time ago and I understand that maybe older people, who didn't grow up with all these information possibilities and technological skills may be a bit impressed by people so young who are already making things, but then again, talking about any young artist and focusing on the fact that they are young is like talking about a female artist giving importance to the fact she's a woman rather than focusing on the importance of her work and what she's been able to contribute to the art world. For example, the 1999 Peruvian poet Valeria R. Marroquín said on an interview that she didn't like it when people said she wrote well to be young. These are comments young artists have to listen to quite frequently, and it's not too flattering to feel that there's this kind of barrier in front of you called age. You do x thing well to be so young is the equivalent to saying You do x well to be a girl.



All the pictures were taken by me on 35mm film.

domingo, 7 de febrero de 2016

Tumblr and the re-glorification of the white woman

(Before you start reading this article, I want to clarify that I’m aware of the thousands of amazing feminist Tumblr blogs doing an amazing work in order to end body-shaming and the exclusion of POC girls. However, these are not the blogs I want to talk about, and you’ll find out what kind of aesthetic and blog I’m referring to soon).

Ever since Tumblr came out as the new big thing, it made a name as a gathering point for girls – mainly teenagers – who didn’t seem to fit the accepted canon of beauty. Girls who were not interested in mainstream culture and whose appearance wasn’t reflected on beauty magazines. Not only that, but it also organized all those girls into categories, bringing out labels such as ‘hipster’ and ‘alternative’, so the girls who never seemed to fit a determinate style would now be able to. But I begin to wonder, has tumblr actually made such a big contribution to the end of stereotypes? Is tumblr actually such a wonderland? Has tumblr actually managed to destroy the beauty canon, or at least widen it, as we’re so often made believe?

As I didn’t want to get all judgmental without making further research, I tried something simple. Very, very simple, indeed. What’s better to recognize a stereotype than Google Images? So here’s what I typed: tumblr girl, tumblr hipster girl, tumblr alternative girl. And you want to know what I saw? Here’s what I saw: I saw white girls wearing beanies, white girls with colorful hair, white girls with piercings and tattoos, white girls wearing ‘alternative’ clothes… white girls white girls white girls white girls. 

And I'll tell you what's wrong about that.






Being a tumblr user myself, I’ve always been made believed that the website was somewhat of a refuge from mainstream fashion and beauty standards. I’ve never even questioned the fact that tumblr meant variety until now. However, by connecting tumblr to the concept of variety, we’re actually ending up on the same narrow-minded loop. Now talking as a Latina, even though I'm light-skinned, it's still frustrating to think of how I never see a POC girl included in beauty standards, how we can never truly relate to the beauty or fashion world, even when it claims to embrace diversity. And I wonder why we're given the hopes of being included in a website acclaimed for not being 'discriminatory' when we end up seeing the same beauty ideal of everyday: the girl I see on tumblr pictures is just a renewed version of the girl I see on magazines. 

White girls with colorful hair, piercings and tattoos might not be what we’re used to see on the mainstream media and press or on our everyday lives, but it’s still too far from what we could fairly call ‘variety’. The problem with the concept ‘tumblr girl’ is that she never turned out to be a black girl, a Latina, an Asian… The 'tumblr girl' is, at the end of the day, a white, western girl. Nothing but a 'new' concept that widens the possibilities of aesthetics for white girls, bringing them to light as something trendy, different, creative (it is undeniable that the mainstream world has, some years after the big explosion of tumblr, appealed to that as a source of inspiration, whether it comes as fashion trends or in any other shape), while POC girls are still not included, misleading us to be impressed by a so-called diversity which is nothing but a new version of the same old status-quo.

jueves, 4 de febrero de 2016

Stay awake

I’m learning that dedication is the biggest - and maybe even the most meaningful - quality I can aspire to.
I’m learning that nothing can compare to the feeling of passion that's able to orientate life, a passion which is not understandable at ease, but only truly comprehensible and enjoyable when higher effort is required. The fact I take the trouble to feel sad or be hurt by something means that I care, and it’s taken me a long time to be able to understand this. But the most important thing I’m learning (and I’m still learning it) is that the most important person when it comes to the personal way of experiencing dedication is myself. Learning to rely on myself, and most of the times, only myself, is also the hardest thing along this way, maybe because people have these fixed ideas of happiness and can’t seem to understand when you happen to want or enjoy something they don’t or because you’re constantly reminded that you can’t do something, as it’s so easy for everyone to forget how frustrating  it is to feel the impotence of wanting to do something which is not easy for you.

But I'm also finding out that there are certain things I do want to do, even if they only make sense for me at the moment, even if I will have to be mainly on my own.



Curse the things that made me sad for so longYeah it hurts to think that they can still go onI'm happy now, are you happy now?Spoke out the things that you've worked out to be wrongYou got two hands to take all you can, but don't take too longTo be happy somehow, are you happy now?Figured out I'm goodTurn me down like I knew I shouldPunch drunk, dumb struck, pot luck happy happyDon't chicken out, it's all goodYou're allowed to be what you could.Punch drunk, dumb struck, pot luck happy happy

sábado, 23 de enero de 2016

'Finding Home' for Rookie Mag

This Thursday my photos were published on Rookie Mag, you can see the full post here.
These photos were shot during my trip to my birth place, La Paz, Bolivia. Being able to fill the emptiness of leaving Bolivia by creating new memories made me feel like I was discovering a part of me that had been hidden during all these years. Out of the many things I’ve learned in this weekend-long trip to La Paz, the most important one was that loving the place and the culture I come from means loving myself. And right now, I’m deeply, madly in love.



viernes, 1 de enero de 2016

It's 2016 and I'm still bad at writing titles

2015 

Happy new year!
I'm not good with words, either, so let's leave the hard work to the pictures.


A resume of all the selfies I took this year.

JANUARY

I began the year in my favourite place ever: Lima.



I became 16 with the best people by my side:


(It's 2016 and I still don't know what's that black thing on my face)

FERUARY/MARCH/APRIL


The three pics above were taken by Inés v.b.


We went to Swim Deep's gig in Madrid - and met them:




JUNE: exams, basically.

JULY


The last pic was taken by Sandra and the rest by me.


Wolf Alice Wolf Alice Wolf Alice.

AUGUST


Lima.


My beautiful birthplace: La Paz.


France and my beautiful sister Lucía.

SEPTEMBER


Dcode Fest:


St James' Path:


OCTOBER


NOVEMBER: Exams, basically.

DECEMBER


#BringTheDuckfaceBack2k16


My legs ft double exposure me drinking sunny.


Pics by Alba.

Thanks to everyone who was part of my life this year, let's hope 2016 is a good one <3 <3 <3