Club Donny @ VisualMag

A review by Elia Maqueda

“Club Donny talks about plants, smells like plants, is filled with plants. It features cities with green buildings, people who steal flowers to take pictures of them, secret forests and horses that disappear by grace of the god of thunder. On its pages there is no straight line that divides the urban from the rural, fiction from truth. The limit, shaped as magazine and paper that smells like roots, is vague on purpose and breaks the mould of any kind of photosynthesis.”


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