In the same evening we took our chance to photograph in the empty city during the Brazilian football game, we were faced with Rio´s Modern Art Museum begging us to be photographed…
Na mesma saída em que aproveitamos o jogo do Brasil na copa do mundo pra fazer fotos pelo Rio, nos deparamos com o Museu de Arte Moderna nos pedindo pra ser fotografado…
Roughly four years ago, I had a flight connection at Santos Dumont Airport, in Rio de Janeiro. The world cup was going on in Germany and, as we approached to land, I could see both the Christ Statue and the Sugar Loaf specially decorated for the occasion. The Sugar Loaf had a beautiful impressive beam of light that rose hundreds of meters in the air, in Brazil’s national coulours. I managed to escape in the few minutes between flights and got to a spot right beside the airport to register the view that would be the first picture in this project.
A couple weeks ago I returned to that place, while taking the opportunity to photograph in the emptied streets of Rio during the first match of this year´s Word Cup. Though the place looks almost the same, except for the missing gas pumps, a lot has changed ever since. This time the cup happens here. Despite all types of catastrophic prophecies from the old traditional media concerning the event, it is on its way to be the best world cup ever. According to the big media outlets, by now we´d be right into a period of mayhem, with stadiums that wouldn´t be ready in time for the event, absolute chaos in transports and all sorts of biblical plagues affecting us. It turns out that, despite some minor setbacks, things are running smoothly and almost everybody involved is happy about it, specially us, the hosts. Go Brazil!
As you may well know, football in Brazil is nothing short of a religion. So, despite some protests in the major cities, it was expected that the majority of the streets would be empty during the matches Brazil was to be involved. Normally, the working shifts are adapted so no one misses the game. With the inaugural match at 17h, the working day ended halfway into the afternoon. Little by little, there’s an abnormal rush hour, and soon the streets are deserted. Being the host of the cup, after over 60 years of waiting, one could count on the majority of people being in front of some TV set by then. What better chance to photograph in supposedly “impossible places” than that?
Como você sabe, futebol no Brasil é quase uma religião. Então, apesar dos protestos nas principais cidades, esperava-se que a maioria das ruas estaria vazia durante os jogos do Brasil.Normalmente as jornadas de trabalho são adaptadas, pra que ninguém perca o jogo. Com a partida inaugural marcada pras 17h, o dia de trabalho acabou na metade da tarde. Pouco a pouco, forma-se uma hora do rush atípica, e logo as ruas ficam vazias. Sendo o país sede da copa, depois de mais 60 anos de espera, dava pra contar que a maioria das pessoas estaria em frente a alguma tv. Quer ocasião melhor pra fotografar em lugares supostamente “impossíveis”?
Damiel, a good friend who has embraced this project, and let me photograph him in many places, was about to leave Brazil for a couple years to study in Germany. Right before he left, we went to check those tracks that had been luring me into photographing them. This is part of what we did that night.
Damiel, um amigão que adotou o projeto, e me deixou fotografá-lo em vários lugares, estava prestes a deixar o Brasil pra estudar uns anos na Alemanha. Logo antes de ele ir, nós fomos pesquisar esses trilhos que me ficavam me enfeitiçando pra fotografá-los. Isso aqui é um pouco do que fizemos naquela noite.