As an American living in Rio de Janeiro since 2014 I have walked daily amongst the visual fireworks display of amazing imagery that is associated with Brazil since well before the 2016 Olympics. But that is just one viewpoint on this country, the epitome of the Coastal Life. But in the Interior, in the mountains and high plateaus, there is a whole other way of being. This just happens to be the life of the family of my partner. Though she comes from a well developed mining town her family has since relocated about as far from anything as possible, in Paraíso, translated in English literally as “Paradise”. To get away from Big City Life? To get back to their Roots? Either way you look at it the life here both sweet and savage in it’s own ways.
See more of Two Steps to Paradise / Dois Passos do Paraíso
Growing up in the South of the USA I was always pleasantly surrounded by Latino culture. Spanish, being the primary language of expression of the Latino cultures, was a part of what lead me to live in South America, but after settling into life in Brazil Portuguese became my new framework for expression of this unique culture. With it’s own world and history of music the Lusophere has since offered me a seemingly endless new landscape of musical treasures from all of the former Portuguese colonies and Portugal itself. As a musician this represents one thing, a smorgasbord of source inspiration, and as a photographer it brings another. See here for yourself as I begin this visual journey in Portugal, the land of Fado, in the first part of this ongoing series: Lusophonic.
My first foot steps in Brazil were in 2010 when I came for the musical extravaganza that is Carnaval in Recife in the Northeast. But since then, since moving to Brazil in 2014, I’ve spent every Carnaval here in Rio de Janeiro. It’s a mixed bag of elation, from amazing communal street level parties with all sorts of creative themes that lead to once in a life time visual experiences, and frustration, from the heat, the crowds, the never ending traverses between blocos, but it’s always good for the camera. As long as I’m in Brazil, or any other of the many countries that have embraced this festival either historically or recently, then I’ll point my lens this direction for the days leading up to what I grew up in Louisiana calling “Fat Tuesday”.
See more of Carnaval!