In the late seventies, within the space of a very few years, the prohibitions fell one after another, and a generation that had never been permitted anything suddenly discovered it could say everything. No one founded it: it was a handful of people who set about making things without knowing how, and without waiting for anyone to give them their turn
Of those years, it is all too easy to keep only the scenery. Marcha goes deeper: the pure expression of a person who can at last be who they are. That is why it carries only the essentials: a single, unbroken colour, three numerals cut off at the edge and a seconds hand forever on the move