An Ode to the Art of Bullfighting

Remember remember the 28 of July - doesn't have quite the same ring, but a few days ago, the region of Catalonia in Spain officially makes bullfighting illegal in the region.

It's easy to brush it off as cruel and inhumane for anybody who hasn't watched a bull fight, but after, you would understand the art and tradition that goes into this incredible sport:

Spanish bulls are breathing more easily after Catalonia became the first region to abolish bullfighting. Humanitarians are happy, too. Oh yes, it's all very well for you animal lovers. But what about artists, eh? Have you spared a thought for them?

Spanish art has been in love with the arena for centuries. Goya and Picasso painted and etched profound, tragic, and moving pictures that depend entirely on the gore and passion of the bullfight for their greatness. It may be arguable, at a pinch, that Goya's paintings are "critiques" of this bloodsport among bloodsports – after all, he did see the Spain of his age as a place of savage irrationality. Picasso, however, is on record as a sincere fan of bullfighting. He watched it regularly, not just in his Spanish youth, but in the south of France where he later lived. Guardian

I watched my first bullfight in March last year in Valencia, and I was completely mesmerised. From the costumes, to the fight being made to look like a dance, to how transfixed the audience were - it was incredible. In fact, I had an endearing old man seated next to me yabbering in Spanish, obviously explaining to me what was happening, when at that time, my Spanish revolved around my introducing myself.

I'm really sad that they've banned the sport, but at least they haven't in the whole country. You need to see it for yourself to see what I mean:

The torero wears a badass costume, I think! I also secretly think the H&M Garden Collection rosette jacket is inspired by the bolero the torero wears. Case in point.

Mid-way through the rounds, I found myself wandering about, and finding myself at the back area, where they were cutting up the dead bulls. There were these big, burly Spanish men calling me crazy as I watched them skilfully cut up what remained of the bulls in the fights, and I leave you with this photo:

So who's having burgers for lunch?