July 30, 2024

Daniel Luque


Santander

July 26, 2024

Three Caballeros


Andy Cartagena, Guillermo Hermoso de Mendoza, y Pablo Hermoso de Mendoza

Santander

July 21, 2024

Los Faroles Tapatíos

https://www.mundotoro.com/noticia/los-faroles-tapotios/1789923

(mundotoro.com 7-15-24)

Durante la primera novillada de la temporada en la Plaza México, Julián Garibay ejecutó un vistoso quite al cuarto de la tarde, lances pocas veces vistos y que llevan por nombre ‘Faroles Tapatíos’, los que, la verdad sea dicha, le salieron pintados. Por ello, a continuación nos detenemos a revelar los secretos de este creativo lance de origen mexicano.

Su creador fue el torero mexicano Miguel Ángel Martínez ‘El Zapopan’, quien a la vez los bautizó como ‘Faroles Tapatíos’, por el parecido a los lances afarolados y su tierra, Guadalajara, cuyo gentilicio es ‘tapatío’.

Se trata de un capotazo afarolado de pie con el compás abierto. Tomando para ello un extremo del capote y juntándolo al centro de la esclavina con la mano de adentro, mientras que la de afuera es la que torea, embarcando al toro con los vuelos y cruzando los brazos por encima de la cabeza, aunque al final el cuerpo debe girarse en el sentido opuesto de la embestida del toro, de la misma manera en que se hace con el farol, ya sea de pie o de rodillas. El remate de la serie, generalmente, se realiza con una ‘Zapopina’, para poder cortar así el viaje del toro, aunque en el caso citado de la ejecución de Julián Garibay, remató el quite con una revolera.

Más sobre el origen de éste y otros muchos quites creados por Miguel Ángel Martínez ‘El Zapopan’, se encuentran en la obra titulada ‘Alas de Mariposa’ y que está disponible de manera digital y gratuita en la página de la fcth.mx FCTH | Alas de Mariposa Suertes creadas por Miguel Ángel Martínez ‘Zapopan’.


July 21, 2024

Cronica - Feria del Norte (Santander) 2024

July 20 - Samuel Navalon - 1 ear 1st bull, 2 ears 4th bull - Marco Perez - 1 ear 5th bull

July 21 - Andy Cartagena - 1 ear 2nd bull 2 ears and tail 5th bull - Pablo Hermoso de Mendoza - 1 ear 4th bull - Guillermo Hermoso de Mendoza - 1 ear 6th bull

July 22 - Gines Marin - 2 ears 3rd bull

July 23- Enrique Ponce - 1 ear 1st bull, 2 ears 4th bull - Morante de la Puebla - 1 ear 2nd bull, 1 ear 4th bull - Fernando Adrian - 2 ears 3rd bull

July 24 - Tomas Rufo - 1 ear 3rd bull, 2 ears 6th bull

July 25 - Roca Rey - 1 ear 3rd bull, 1 ear 6th bull - Juan Ortega - 1 ear 5th bull

July 26 -

Cronica - Feria de San Fermin 2024

July 5 - 

July 6 - Pablo Hemoso de Menoza - 2 ears 1st bull - Guillermo Hermoso de Mendoza - 2 ears 6th bull

July 7 - Fernando Adrian - 1 ear 5th bull - Borja Jimenez - 2 ears 6th bull

July 8 - Roman - 1 ear 2nd bull

July 9 - Gines Marin - 1 ear 3rd bull - Emilio de Justo - 2 ears 5th bull

July 10 - Roca Rey - 2 ears 2nd bull, 1 ear 5th bull - Tomas Rufo - 2 ears 3rd bull - Miguel Angel Perrera - 1 ear 4th bull

July 11 - 

July 12 - Roca Rey - 1 ear 2nd bull, 1 ear 5th bull - Pablo Aguado - 1 ear 3rd bull

July 13 - Rafaelillo - 1 ear 1st bull - Juan de Castilla - 1 ear 3rd bull

July 14 - Jesus Enrique Colombo - 1 ear 3rd bull, 2 ears 6th bull - Manuel Escribano - 1 ear 5th bull

July 18, 2024

Hanging Up The Jacket: A Farewell To Arms

(by Alexander Fiske-Harrison fiske-harrison.com July 17, 2024)

https://fiske-harrison.com/2024/07/17/hanging-up-the-jacket/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR1S6zTsBJEV1s9eymN0WEbCtRBdnrfb3hSFJmFst6IN4Qdsz9ywTX-Qgwk_aem_x9334Ovx0ns7LGC2z8e8Eg

On Sunday in my beach café in Sotogrande in Andalusia I opened the Spanish newspapers to see myself and my bull-running jacket – originally my old secondary school athletics ‘colours’ blazer awarded for running the 400m when I was 17 and which just so happened to be in the traditional red and white of the world famous Fiestas of San Fermín in Pamplona – being discussed in the national newspaper La Razón under the headline, “Why are there young men who run the bull-runs of Miura wearing jackets in San Fermín?”



After eight days of bull runs, the legendary and totemic Miura bulls, as feared as they are revered, bring a climax, with the permission of the “pobre de mí“, to the San Fermín festival. The six bulls from the Sevillian ranch (raised on the Zahariche estate in Lora del Río) return for another year, now for the 42nd time, to test the runners who dare to position themselves in front of the herd.

This 14th of July 2024, the Miuras mark their 42nd bull-run, a breed that never disappoints with its challenging behaviour. They are especially dangerous in the final barriers and at the entrance to the bullring, due to their skill in orientation.

Moreover, this is the ranch that has caused the most injuries of all types in the history of San Fermín: 225 in total. In the last bull run of 2023, fortunately, there were no injuries from bull horns, but there were six cases of trauma. The duration of the run was two minutes and 14 seconds.”

For those who follow the bull-runs on TV, there is one image that particularly stands out: a significant number of young men dressed in jackets, instead of the classic white shirt and red scarf. We wonder why this is:

As journalist Chapu Apaolaza recounts in his book ‘7th of July’, it was a trend started by the American spy Keith Baumchen, known as ‘El Bomber’: “Bomber and his friends decided one day to run the bull run in jackets, as one would attend Sunday mass in the USA, as a sign of respect.

“This custom is still maintained today in the Miura bull runs. Bomber’s jacket was ivory-coloured. All kinds of blazer models parade down Estafeta Street, including the red with white stripes from Eton College worn by Alexander Fiske-Harrison,” Apaolaza reports.


However, as I said, I was drinking an café cortado on the other side of Spain and my jacket was hanging in a wardrobe at my family home in East Anglia.

Since I first ran with the bulls – the bulls of Miura in fact, in Pamplona – fifteen years ago almost to the day, I have run over a hundred times, in a dozen different cities, towns and villages in Spain.


Even before that I ‘fought’ – meaning faced with the two-handed cape and the one-handed red cloth – bulls, including those of Miura, at their home. However, I have only ever killed one with a sword, a three-year-old, one third of a ton bull of Saltillo with the Miuras in the ring.

I trained with, and currently work alongside, the matador Eduardo Dávila Miura, nephew of the brothers Eduardo and Antonio Miura who run their fighting bull-breeding ranch in Zahariche as their forefathers have for over 175 years going back to their great, great grandfather Juan Miura Rodríguez.

Last year, Eduardo Dávila Miura and I trained 70 Americans in rudimentary cape-work outside Pamplona and put them in front of a dozen young bulls in a private ring in the blazing sun, which was not only a personal record for me both in terms of hours spent in the ring and animals fought, but the largest number of amateur bullfighters ever put through such a class.

This being despite the fact that my left arm was fractured after four men and a bull landed on me running in Pamplona two days previously. I did not notice at the time as it was not a displaced fracture, although my arm did turn black.

It was following this that the great fine art photographer, whose work with animals has garnered him such international recognition, David Yarrow, contacted me about photographing a fighting bull to add to his ever expanding collection of iconic images of noble beasts.

Of course, I took him to Miura, where they gave us the unheard of honour of bringing the 8-year-old, two thirds of a ton giant ‘Pañolito’ – fighting bulls in the ring are by Spanish law between 4 and 6 years old – into their private ring this February past.

This bull is a semental, a Sire of Toros Bravos, and never has been, and never will be, fought. Which meant that how it would behave in the ring was a complete unknown. It did not disappoint, charging at anyone and anything for over an hour, and leading me to break my ankle to line it up for the perfect photo. It then returned to its breeding herd without a hair on its hide having been even touched. 

To say that, as someone from the Anglophone – the ‘English-speaking’ – world I have integrated into el mundillo de los toros, ‘the little world of the bulls’, is to understate the case. In the words of Chat GPT 4: “El aficionado anglosajón vivo con más categoría en el mundo de los toros en España es Alexander Fiske-Harrison.” ‘The most distinguished living aficionado from an English-speaking country in the world of bullfighting in Spain is Alexander Fiske-Harrison’ 

And yet, despite having a train ticket from my home in Andalusia up to the capital of Navarre, and a place to stay with my great friends – and heroic bull-runners – the Barbarians shirt-wearing Welsh legends that are Bryan and Tony Hoskins, I was not there.

At first I thought my reasoning was my physical condition as a runner – my ankle has still not fully healed having been badly damaged by the father of the very Miura bulls I intended to run in Pamplona.

However, even a short sprint by a practised veteran runner who knows which stretch to pick and since 2017 has taken clients running ranging from the board of directors of NASCAR to billionaire Hollywood film producers – some of whom come with their own Special Forces bodyguards – is not asking the impossible.

Then the dog belonging to my fiancée and myself fell terminally ill, and spending time and money to go on a vacation to run with bulls and drink and dine with old friends seemed wrong.

However, I still might have gone for the night if only it had been to drink and dine with old friends, but the thing about San Fermín is that would not be the case.

Since the time Ernest Hemingway first arrived in Pamplona 101 years ago the fiesta has been used by the Anglo-Saxons – as the Spanish refer to anyone English-speaking – as a hedonistic haven to indulge their excesses away from the prying eyes of their moral peers at home.

It’s not for no reason Ernest’s grandson John Hemingway titled his novel Bacchanalia: A Pamplona Story (one of the three protagonists is loosely modelled on me and hence has my father’s first name, Clive.)

You can see it in the behaviour of the characters in The Sun Also Rises just as clearly – they are with one possible exception moral bankrupts. And since that possible exception is telling the story himself, one suspects that in reality he is actually no exception at all.

As one Professor of American literature described them in the journal of The Hemingway Society, they are, by turns, compulsive, manipulative, moody, impulsive, hostile, distrustful, superficial, possessed of an intense need for personal power, uncertain regarding sexual identity, terrified, self-pitying, masochistic, catastrophic, emotionally starved, imbued with low self-esteem, obsessive, aggressive, self-centred, evasive, denial-prone, fearful, lonely, intolerant, self-destructive, and emotionally and physically impotent.

(From ‘Alcoholism in Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises: a wine and roses perspective on the lost generation’ by Matts G. Djos in The Hemingway Review, March 22nd, 1995)

Personally, I have head it said – and witnessed – that the morning bull-run reduces the incidents of violence among the drunken revellers on a statistical level compared to sporting events, in a similar way to the fact that rugby matches in the UK are witness to infinitely less conflict among the audience than football (‘soccer’) matches are since the bloody struggle is never sublimated.

This may be true.

However, this combination of moral abandonment alongside a daily test of masculinity attracts people with far too much to prove, with far too great a gaping void in soul and too great an absence of intellectually developed impulse control for the bulls of Spain to ever heal.

The damaged young men from the corners of what was once the British Empire seem to expend their unmitigated male instincts in the encierro, the ‘bull-run’, in contests of recklessness – seeing who can run closest to the points of the bull horns – while claiming to imitate the indigenous Basque and Spanish runners who do this because it was the culture into which they were born.

You will never find those ‘serious men’ born in Spain drunkenly collapsed in a chair while boasting about their ‘scores’ in the encierro as though they were trained athletes in a regulated contest – an American competitive import – nor will you watch them lose all manly fortitude and dignity in pursuing bitter rivalries, spiteful gossip or petty jealousies over status. Not for them bragging quarrels over how close they were to the animals, how many columns inches they achieved in the local press as a result, or how many seconds they can managed to get on local TV pretending to speak Spanish or mouthing for the 100th time Hallmark card mottos about honour, courage and alegría.

It is no coincidence that those Anglo-Saxons who rise above such things are happily married – the Belchers and Hollanders, the Centurions and Hoskins, the Masis and the Carrolls – to name just a few of the excellent and visitors and dear friends who continue to attend. The trouble is that every time I see a photo of them in a group on social media, there is always someone there who I would not sit around a table with if I could possibly avoid it, let alone travel for the privilege of doing so.

At the end of the day, millions of words have been published in the English and Spanish press – some by me – about how Hemingway, that Colombus-in-reverse, spoiled San Fermín with his ‘discovery’ of the encierro. But it is not the numbers of those crossing the endless sea of Ne Plus Ultra, but the quality of character of these self-proclaimed Conquistadors who crossed the Atlantic in the wrong direction who are the root of the problem. (And some who crossed the Bay of Biscay too.)

For that reason, and that reason alone, my jacket remains within its wardrobe, and when you next see me with a bull it will be alongside those born to it, or those who employed me to show them the necessary respect for the culture which bred it.


July 16, 2024

Pamplona doesn't have to be dangerous


So, if you are in Pamplona for the running of the bulls but you don't want to actually get out there and mix it up with the bulls here is a great option. 

Somewhere in Pamplona they have a space where you can take pictures with taxidermied bulls and get some great shots to take home to show your family and friends. 

It is much safer and you won't get in the way of the real runners. I'm sure they would appreciate it too.

July 14, 2024

These people travel all this way only to stand there and watch


What is the point of going to Pamplona only to watch as the bulls run right past you?

Look at the guy in the red sleeveless t-shirt standing in the doorway.

I can imagine him saying to himself, "okay, okay, I'm going to start running. I want to get out there and mix it up with the bulls. Okay, okay, opps, there they go. Dang it, they're gone. Crap, I spend thousands of dollars to get here, took a week of vacation off work, traveled thousands of miles, and there go the bulls. Well, maybe I'll get out there and run next year. Wait, I told my wife if she let me come to Pamplona this year we would go to Disneyland next year. Wow, I really messed up."



Love the name of that restaurant


I bet they have some good steaks in there.

But what a wasted opportunity, look at all that empty space in front of  that Jose Escolar bull. That guy in yellow is just standing there looking behind the bulls. 

And what about the guy in blue? He's looking way up the road. Dude, the bulls are right in front of you, run with them!

Isaac Fonseca


Pamplona

July 9, 2024

July 4, 2024

Ismael Martín


After having time to let the dust from San Isidro settle I look back and think that the torero that I kind of want to keep my eye on, (I already knew that David Galvan was going to be a revelation,) is Ismael  Martín.

For one, he places his own baderillas, and I noticed something about him that was different than the others. Even though Jarocho kind of stole the show on May 21st with a puerta grande, I was more interested in the ear that Ismael Martin cut.

It will be fun to watch him come up through the ranks which it seems he is doing nicely.

Vuelve el cartel de banderilleros (Vídeo)

(Another video from Mundotoro I hope to not lose.)

Un cartel popular y determinante en los años 80 y 90 que puede volver a ponerse de moda

La primera de feria en Burgos puso de manifiesto que el cartel de matadores banderilleros, tan popular y tan determinante en muchas ferias en los años 80 y 90, puede volver a estar de moda y en boga según las empresas apuesten por él. Los públicos disfrutan de un espectáculo variado, distinto, vistoso, espectacular y emotivo.

Burgos fue la punta de lanzamiento para volver a poner en valor esta combinación. Sobre la base de dos toreros infalibles en banderillas como El Fandi y Manuel Escribano, los carteles se pueden completar con otros nombres como Jesús Enrique Colombo, Antonio Ferrera o el propio Ismael Martín que tomó la alternativa en Burgos este sábado. 

La feria burgalesa demostró el interés que está combinación despierta con una plaza llena, un espectáculo triunfal y sobre todo la diversión de un público al que se le ofrece un espectáculo distinto y de entidad.

https://www.mundotoro.com/noticia/vuelve-el-cartel-de-banderilleros-video/1785619