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Oren Ezuz: Food Squares @ Macondo, Shoreditch

Food Squares by Oren Ezuz. Book Launch.

Autumn is taking a real hold of the air around North London. I have my cardigan buttoned as high as it will go, my keffiyeh is wound tightly around my neck and my trademark grey beanie is pulled down as far as it can go over my head without making me look abnormal.

My journey in the relative cold, accompanied by my friend Jeff Vanderpool, is headed in the direction of a small bar-cum-gallery called Macondo on Hoxton Square. My purpose to attend the launch of Oren Ezuz's photobook Food Squares.

Upon arrival at Macondo, having ascertained the whereabouts of Raj Poonia, from whom I received the invite, I take seat and commence to take in my surroundings. The level of magic is just right.

Ezuz is a man short in stature and who at first seems fused into the gathered crowd, but, upon Raj's beckoning to him, an interesting, entertaining and thoroughly engaging artist emerges.

It is then perhaps appropriate that, like the artist, the book is presented in a brown sandwich bag devoid of pretense, but, when ripped from this fragile shell, in your hands lays a solid block of intrigue drenched in every tantilising colour of the visible spectrum imaginable. For a few moments I am completely lost in the images and, one by one, so are the other assembled invitees.

The photobook is a chronicle of Ezuz's trips to various places around the globe, with a focus on the food of these locations. Each subject presented in a perfect square. Macondo may not be a perfect square, but it creates a perfect atmosphere for this most perfect of books.

The Photo was taken by Oren Ezuz at the launch party: http://www.flickr.com/photos/orenezuz/3974297106/

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ORen said…
Preview to the book:

http://www.box.net/services/ipaper_by_scribd/102/317389612/320a0e/Preview/shared/sicqmphhfz

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