An antipoetic trip inside another Havana, in complete and crazy family intimacy. A neighborhood, a bird in a cage, a girl with a cigarette, a dirty and enchanting autofiction.
"Then – and this is exactly when VD’s inclusive vision works its magic – comes a picture of a terrapin in a filthy, broken bowl. This is poetry and antipoetry (the facing page carries a poem by Gutiérrez called “Material Antipoético” – translation in the back). Everything that a consumer-driven society obsessed by perfection would find depressing and cheap and ugly and sad is made beautiful in its unbeauty. This is VD’s great achievement and his great love."
— Max Houghton - foto8 magazine.
