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While we’re constantly surprised (and pleased) by the oddly-elongated bout of sunny days we’re experiencing here in England, long days of sun are a regular occurrence for Spanish illustrator María Ramos. There’s nothing better than a picnic on days like this, and María agrees, illustrating a lunch full of character in her latest book, _Picnic,_ published by "Fulgencio Pimentel.":http://www.fulgenciopimentel.com/
In the next instalment of our Movers & Makers series, we sit down with leading creative founders to learn how and why they set up their businesses. This week, we meet Verònica Fuerte, the founder of Barcelona-based studio, Hey.
Recently, Antonio Carrau has been making collaged works out of “glace paper” – paper that's coated with a lacquer to give it a smooth and occasionally glossy appearance. Often used by schoolchildren in his native Uruguay, it comes in 10x10 sheets, and the limited colour palette “works really well” for Antonio, who has distinguished a signature aesthetic of collaging these papers together into wonderful compositions.
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Despite the confidence which glimmers through her work, Montreal-based illustrator Cecile Gariepy is surprisingly fresh to the industry. Since graduating from film school a few years ago, Cecile has worked as a director, so “my work as an illustrator is very, very new. It’s only been six months since I started doing it more seriously”. In those six months, Cecile has somehow managed to formalise a nuanced and unexpected colour palette and a family of clumsily, clownishly charming characters…
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When Lidl opened close to my house at the beginning of the year everything changed. Suddenly luxury foodstuffs available only to people for whom 'supper' is a legitimate meal – think potted crab, fancy crackers and walnut oil – were available on my meagre freelancer’s wage. Now I could rock up to a friend’s house proffering a bounty of Highland black pudding, panna cotta or buffalo mozzarella, rather than the cheapest wine in the shop and some mystery meat-flavoured crisps. I had arrived.
