Can a sardine surf? It is so fresh and knows how to jump, to master the bottom turn, the off-the-lip and the float. It performs everything to get the perfect wave. But then the sea calms down and feels like resting. Our sardine loves to sunbathe!
“A Galinha Choca da Economia” (The broody hen of Economics) was the cover of the magazine “A Paródia” in 1900, where Raphael Bordallo Pinheiro expressed his discontent towards the political life of the country and decided to caricature the different aspects of Portugal’s social and economic reality at that time …. Or is it nowadays?
The sardine “Eléctrica 28” wanted to make the most charismatic route of Lisbon and convey the experiences of its inhabitants. But not only them, because nowadays there are more tourists than locals. From Estrela to Graça, including the Basílica da Estrela, the Chiado, the Sé, the viewpoints over the river Tagus and the Feira da Ladra, this sardine does not stop. It’s really electric!
“O Grande Cão da Finança” (the Big Dog of Finance) was on the cover of the magazine “A Paródia “, in 1900, and it caricatures the finances wearing the collar of the deficit. “No matter how many cakes they gave it; the damn dog won’t die!”. It is the result of the despair that Raphael Bordallo Pinheiro begins to feel in the face of political manipulation and opportunism, raising the awareness of the society at the time. Never goes out of style.
It’s called “Freedom” because it was inspired by the Carnation Revolution. The character of Salgueiro Maia, emblematic character of the 25th of April, was used as the basis for representing this member of the armed forces. Red carnation Sardine, symbol of the peaceful revolution.
We can call it a tribute to the Sanctuary of Fatima, which annually welcomes pilgrims from all over the world, on a pilgrimage to express their faith and belief in the place of the apparition of Our Lady to the three Shepherd children: Francisco, Jacinta and Lúcia. A holy sardine!
If there is something that characterizes Lisbon Festivities, it is the bailaricos (popular dancing)! And why not add our sardine to the dance? But because the confusion is too great and stepping is a constant, it’s not simple dress for this occasion. It’s important to have the right footwear to dance!
Sardine! The Queen!
To promote the Sardine to Queen, giving her power and sovereignty, was
one of the goals. Of hearts, because the heart is symbolically associated with
love; in this case, for a city that smells of basil and is kissed by the Tagus.
It was just an anonymous and pale Sardine. It sought colour and participated
in the “Festas de Lisboa” (Lisbon Festivities). As the event’s icon, it deserved a
monumental illustration. So, I tried to create a symbiosis between the sardine
and the Santa Justa Elevator. The Santa Justa Sardine, once anonymous and
pale, now parades in colour and tradition.
The Tagus Sardine has the best view of Lisbon. From the river she sees the people,
the roofs and the Castle; she sees the bridge and the boats, and the departures and
returns that make the city live. She is a lucky Sardine – and, as Amália used to say,
She has water, she knows how to swim / I wish I were a sardine.
The Tenório Sardine is a true portent of the Portuguese guitar. Known in the
most exclusive world of Fado for being a bon vivant, irresistibly seductive
and a confessed lover of the nightlife and “escabeche” (pickle), Tenório
oozes charm through all of his scales. And no gilt-head bream, mullet or ray
can resist his charms.
Tóni is a Sardine prone to gallantry, born as a tribute to the Lisbon hustler.
A raunchy pushy sort, with a loud mouth and fire in his belly, Tón i makes a
living out of odd jobs. Up one street, down an alleyway, he walks nimble,
with a watchful thirsty eye, while distributing flirts to the girls that pass by –
“Eh carapau” “hey mackerel!”
A gaze at such a Portuguese way of feeling. The true meaning of “saudade”, so well translated by the words and sounds in the voice of this artist, who belongs to us as much as the sardine. Ours and the world’s. And about her [as one fado says] “the walls will confess nothing”...