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_We are MangoRed


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.

_Marco & Precious Lara


He thinks of everything and nothing. He wonders if the world is becoming a d r e a m or if the dream is becoming the world.

You like all of me? My mouth? My eyes? My nose? And my ears?
– YES, all of you.
Then you love me… totally?
– YES. Totally… tenderly… tragically.

There’s a lot we don’t understand and many truths are incredible.

– PLEASE BELIEVE ME! Your love is alive in me!

This paper is your s k i n ,
the ink’s my  b l o o d
Whatever is good in me
comes from you.

They were fruits of the past,
counterbalancing each other
She does things,
o n e  b y  o n e and goes all the way.

She’s a  f o r c e  of nature
and expresses herself by cataclysms
She lives each moment
with lucidity and harmony…

guided by her feeling of i n n o c e n c e .

H e  f e l l  a s l e e p  a n d  s h e  l a y  a w a k e ,

knowing he loves her
as she loved him.

A unique force
attracted them to each other

But one can’t live everyday life with detachment. We balance, that’s why we pass from silence to words

We swing between the two
because it’s the movement of life.

Admiration for her welled up in
him and he sent her a  k i s s  in his mind.

She was in his arms with her low voice
Their first kiss lasted all night
They said nothing and became  c l o s e r

I want a man with spirit and guts!

A man that can kick over the traces
and win the  w o r l d  for me!

I want things. A lot of things. B I G  things.

I don’t want to be afraid of life
or anything else.

Open your eyes.
See anything you like?
– This one?
The red one?
– E l d o r a d o !

I don’t know where or when, just that it happened. I have tried all day to recapture the feeling. There was a scent of trees. I was the world, the world was me. A landscape is like a face.

T h e n  s h e  s p o t t e d  t h e  c a r –

driving around the square…
skirting the benches and trees,

like a  r i d e r l e s s horse…

like a ghost ship.

A pair of eyes. A moon in broad daylight

I love the nape of your neck
I can look at it without being seen

Buenos días, señorita.
“If leave you must,
then let us depart together!”

A woman on a ship…
gives herself mentally

It struck me as a confession…
of how you explore the world.
I have flashes of curiosity too

Maybe everyone does.
He drove rapidly and…
took some risks. The air was  e l e c t r i c
as during their forest outing…
– I have something to tell you.

We met with a kiss
A hit – then a  m i s s

She had rings on every finger
bracelets on her wrists
and she sang with a  v o i c e
which  b e w i t c h e d  me

Look at that s k y !

We got some music here?
– Disco.
– I know what we need!
We need the Killer!

M r  J e r r y  L e e  L e w i s
and his pumpin’ piano!

When we look around us,
what is it we see?

– Complete chaos.

Yet viewed from above…
viewed, as it were,
by God..
everything suddenly
fits together.

The arms, the bosom, and even the
ends of the radiant hair
melted imperceptibly into the vague
yet deep shadow of the background

When you walked out,
I started rolling fool’s dice. Fool’s dice. Snake eyes.
Double  z e r o .

You roll dice too much.
– You think that, huh?
You think maybe I was rollin’ dice
when I should have been rollin’ you?

Maybe men talk incessantly, as if searching for gold in their
quest for the truth.

But instead of digging in riverbeds, they dig deep in their
thoughts. They cast aside all the worthless words and they end up with just one —

one single golden word: s i l e n c e .

Hey, take those home
and put ’em on your  b o o t s .

Anaheim, San Diego,
Tijuana, points  s o u t h !

– Good wind, huh?

Come on, get in. I know a short cut.

Take us to the border.
M e x i c o by sunset, baby!

– Is it hot?
Yeah, it’s hot!
Hot tamale!

Can we live in a house of grass, by the sea?

– Sounds good. You, me, the muchacho.

Yeah. You, me, the baby.
The grass house, the  s e a .

– You got it, darlin’. You got it.

And there is nothing else.
Everything else goes  a w a y .

Step on it. We gotta vamoose outta these parts.

Wind, rain, sleet or snow
I’m gonna get you  w h e r e v e r  you go.

Once again they soared high
like great birds of prey

The p r o m i s e d  l a n d  was in view

Under the setting sun,
a white boat…
is waiting in the port
of  C u r a c a o

And when the rest of the town starts to  d o z e

The late evening sun
in our window glows


We whisper in the secrecy
of our own four walls
And make  l o v e  together
as darkness falls.


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FILM TRANSCRIPTS nicked from François Truffaut’s JULES & JIM + Jean-Luc Godard’s VIVRE SA VIE.  OUR UTMOST thanks to our friends > STYLING > Rabbithole Creatives _ | HAIR > John Cliff de Lima-Ala_ | MAKEUP > Gio Flores_ | COORDINATION > Ivy & Rowell Octavio of Supernatural Management Inc _ | Senator Dick Gordon for the ’65 Ford Mustang.