House for Cesar
Cesar lived in a brand-new, high-ceiling, over-windowed apartment in the old city of Barcelona. A loft, they called it. However he was incapable to enjoy, work, cook, disrupt, practice, procrastinate, eat or fuck comfortably in the room he lived in. Where did the loft's promises go, he wandered. Wasn't it the typology of possibility where almost anything can happen? It wasn't and we known it. His white cube was trapped in the same productive economy in which the rest of the city was located. Therefore, we proposed him to pack all these ordinary activities in a glowing container, a living machine we call it, and leave the rest of the floor available for boredom. And... big success. Now Cesar wanders around his house happily bored diving into the light and noise, both equally white. Always with a bone in his mouth.
In collaboration with Cristian Zanoni
