Las Ramblas Devil? Please, Dial 666
Satan, Beelzebub, Lucifer, Mephistopheles, the Prince of Darkness... or simply the Devil. There are a thousand names for the eternal antagonist, the "slanderer" (if you want to get technical with the Greek diabolos), or as we call him here, El Diablo.
Most religions have their own definition of this malevolent entity, but one thing is true: there seems to be a general acceptance that evil exists. Some place it in hell, others in a parallel dimension, or maybe inside a black cat. If we want to get materialistic about it, maybe it is just a glitch in our neural connections—a result of a lousy childhood or the fact that we chewed on too many plastic toys when we were toddlers.
The Root of All Evil?
Of course, on a bad day, we might just think the devil is our boss, our mother-in-law, our bank creditor, or maybe even Marilyn Manson. But walking down Las Ramblas, the manifestation is a little more literal.
Judging by the massive, textured horns on this creature and that heavy shoulder armor that looks like it was stolen from an Orc in The Lord of the Rings, I’d say this is a pretty practical example of a downtown demon manifestation. I went with a gritty black and white edit for this shot because I think it brings out the textures of the mask and makes him look even more like an ancient gargoyle.
Careful Who You Call
If you look closely at the background, you can spot the logo of a public telephone booth right behind him. It makes for a perfect, slightly ominous coincidence. So, beware of who is next in line when you use a public phone in Barcelona! You never know if you might accidentally dial 666.
