Magazine

Call Me Whatever You Fck Like

Filled with anger and longing, I build my own cage

Collection of Stories and Research

Insomnia

A black-and-white self-portrait taken with a cell phone reveals the face against the shadow.

A cell phone capturing a smile in a high-contrast selfie.

Black-and-white self-portrait with a cell phone obscuring part of the face.

I called it Call Me Whatever You Fck Like because I got tired of those polished magazines that talk about cinema as if it were something neat and easy to explain. Not this one. This is a film magazine born from the cracks.

Here, cinema isn’t compartmentalized: there’s no single way to look at it. Everything is permeated by the same thing: the documentary, not as an ornament, but as a direct way of showing what exists without hiding it.

It doesn’t seek to teach or provide clear answers. Sometimes it observes, sometimes it breaks, sometimes it just lets cinema breathe.

What remains are fragments: scenes that stick with you, compositions that return, writings that weigh heavily, and photos that out of nowhere become artistic blurs. Nothing polished, nothing perfect. Just a film magazine that lingers… even after you’ve closed it.

Magazine

Call Me Whatever You Fck Like

Filled with anger and longing, I build my own cage

Collection of Stories and Research

Insomnia

I called it Call Me Whatever You Fck Like because I got tired of those polished magazines that talk about cinema as if it were something neat and easy to explain. Not this one. This is a film magazine born from the cracks.

Coffee

Penumbra

Editions

Coming soon: 1st edition

Michxll Angxllo