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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.

_Mark & Jolina {Prenup}

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Mark Escueta & Jolina Magdangal

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Shot on location > B a t a n g a s , P h i l i p p i n e s  | Production Design > R a b b i t h o l e  C r e a t i v e s Hair + MakeUp > J o h n  V a l l e  +  M i c k e y  S e e  |  Styling > K a t  C r u z | Illustrations / Murals > G e o f  G o n z a l e s | Coordination > C h i n k i e  U y – A g r e g a d o

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When I’m with you
I ‘ m  t h e  o c e a n ,
Float within me.

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Return the flower to the spring
Return the raindrop to the stream
Return the starfish to the sea
Take my hand return with me
R e t u r n  w i t h  m e.

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Up on a hill, as the day dissolves
With my pencil turning moments into line

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One by one, all the stars appear
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

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