Quinqué

Our magazine wants to project a soft light as the oil lamp once did. A Small yellowish flame that lets us gently see the hands that hold it and part of the face of the one who lights its path, it is a pale, flickering light, barely enough to find another, like Diogenes the cynic tried in ancient Greece, or to find oneself in the case of stumbling into a mirror. The oil lanterns light is not dazzling, and the space it illuminates, of short distance, allows concentration and intimacy under a warm and stealthy light. Quinqué wants to offer this radiance in times of excessive blinding light. Times in which the darkness has been confined, as if we were afraid to imagine us without body, limits, or space.