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_We are MangoRed

WELCOME TO THE NEW mangoBLOG.

Our healthy crew is composed of photographers, illustrators, layout artists who are just as passionate about our work as the two of us. We are comfortably and chummily left-of-center. We have to confess that we’ve never been to art schools nor earned a major design degree…coz despite its pluses, we reckon this isn’t for everyone..let alone for us. In our case, the real world is the best course.

Our vision is based on principles of openness, directness, irreverence, democracy and a dislike of institutions and pretensions.

We’re always looking for the culturally relevant work and staying current with the hive mind. It’s intuitive, a lot of it. We think it’s just experiencing how far you can keep your mind open on a daily basis, and paying attention.

We’d like to describe our work as a tickle in your brain. It’s not just the quality of the idea, it’s the quality of the execution, the finish. the unique spin in colors, the lines, perspective..when these elements align, they create a visual perfume.

_Daryl & Pinky

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DARYL MAGDANGAL & PINKY AGUSTIN | Condor’s Nest Ranch | P a l a , C a l i f o r n i a

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He walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance
He looked at me nice and so I said “I might take a chance”

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We’re cosmic dust but you’re everything to me

Mmm, mmm
A bubble for a minute

Mmm, mmm
You smile, the bubble has a rainbow in it

T h e n  h e  a s k e d  m e  t o  b e  h i s  b r i d e

Always be right by his side
I felt so happy I almost cried

R e – a r r a n g e  s t a r s


Using sunlight from our smiles
Breathe into glass
Run to my side

Say, its only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me

Yes, it’s only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me

Without your love
It’s a honky-tonk parade
Without your love

I t ‘s  a  m e l o d y  p l a y e d  o n  a  p e n n y  a r c a d e

If there were an elixir
I’d find the mixture
And I’d make myself a pitcher
And I with you
So very deeply

As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles
In the million insect storm, the constellations form

When we danced he held me tight
When he walked me home at night

Oh, the stars were shining bright

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