A love letter to light, Ibiza, and the eyes that see differently
We came for the light.
That strange, soft, golden force that wraps itself around stone walls, skin, dust, olives, shadows.
It’s the kind of light that teaches you to see again. The kind that burns itself into your lens, your memory, your taste.
Ibiza is not a destination. It’s a magnetic field.
A cracked mirror that calls out to the ones who don’t quite belong elsewhere.
We—filmmakers, painters, photographers, sculptors, dancers—didn’t come here for the beach clubs.
We came for the way light falls at 7:12 PM in June.
We came for the way silence speaks louder in Es Vedrà’s shadow.
We came because the island doesn’t ask you who you are—it shows you.
Hippiecenco is born from that.
From 20 years of using this island as a canvas, a set, a dream-state.
It’s a blog, a visual journal, maybe a printed magazine.
It’s a platform for beauty that doesn’t shout, and truth that doesn’t need polish.
We’re not lifestyle influencers.
We’re visual poets.
We work with reflection, refraction, dust, salt, film grain, and shadow.
This is a space for:
- Light chasers
- Color scientists
- Camera magicians
- Style shamans
- And all the wild-eyed wanderers who see things others miss.
Why Ibiza?
Because something ancient still hums beneath the techno.
Because artists have always come here when the world stopped making sense.
Because the cliffs don’t judge, and the almond blossoms don’t care who you used to be.
Hippiecenco is not a brand.
It’s a way of looking. A refusal to look away.
You’ve felt it too, haven’t you?
That light. That pull.
Welcome home.
