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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.

_Alecx / 18 _

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I  f o u n d   a  p l a c e  w h e r e  t h e  s h e e p  c o u n t  h u m a n s _ALECX-3

Hair + MakeUp > J a m e s  N u a l l a  +  M a c y  A g u i l a r | Production Design + Styling > R a b b i t h o l e  C r e a t i v e s | Illustrations > T o k w a  S a l a z a r  P e ñ a f l o r i d a _ALECX-9

F u l l  o f  w a v e s  a n d  f i e l d s ,
This universe we glide on in misshapen vessels.
From another galaxy
Would you please take me
ALECX-7c

Y o u  h a v e   a  p r e c i o u s  l i t t l e  m i n d
Y o u  p a i n t  a  p e r f e c t  l i t t l e  r a i n b o w

You will make this right
You have the will of a volcano.
ALECX-5c

W h e n  y o u  c a m e  u p  f r o m  t h e  g r o u n d
F r o m  a  m i l l i o n  l i t t l e  p i e c e s

You were sewn together
with a tapestry of molecules
A billion baby galaxies
and wide open spaces
ALECX-10b

A  s c e n e  b e g i n s
W i t h  o u r  n e x t  m e l o d y
s u n g  b y  a  b a s h f u l  b i r d

Humming a violet sky
There are no words
But there is understanding
ALECX-1d

I got my pockets full of crackers
That ought to be enough to get me there
I’m takin a rocketship to the sun tonight


Can you see me passing over?
I’m in a silver ship
Made of popsicle sticks
ALECX-11c

S o m e t i m e s   I  d r e a m   a b o u t  s u m m e r   e i g h t   y e a r s  a g o .
C a n  I  g o  b a c k  a g a i n ?

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Sometimes I wonder if I could go back to being eight years old.
Sometimes the stars seem to be conscious of my memories.
Can I go back again?

I ‘ m  c l i m b i n g  t o  t h e  s u n  o n  a  c o b w e b  m a d e  o f   t i n k e r ‘ t o y sALECX-8b

L e t ‘ s  b e  e t e r n a l  f o r  j u s t  a  l i t t l e  l o n g e r
Maybe for the moment
Suck in the pollen and breathe with the raccoons.
ALECX-6c

I give thanks to my youthful days
Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face
I pray I’ll find as innocent a place
W h e n  I  a m  8 8

And I give thanks to my present day
It just got here so please don’t go away
I finally see it’s what I choose to make.
ALECX-2e

T u r n  o u t  t h e  l i g h t s
k i s s  t h e  p i l l o w  g o o d n i g h t
k i l l  t h e  s u n  b u t  l e a v e  t h e  s t a r s  o n
ALECX-4b

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