I took an overnight flight to Sao Paulo, where I joined Gabriela's printmaking class for a session, learned how to teach photography to the blind, drank caipirinhias and clumsily attempted samba, and took many long, sweaty walks through the sprawling metropolis. A few days later we took the six hour bus to Rio, which Gabriela and I decided is the most beautiful city either of us has ever seen. I think you'll see what I mean.
On an overpass in Sao Paulo, leading to a giant public park.
In addition to your typical trash mags, all the news stands sell classic novels and philosophy books. Kafka anyone?
Some odd, tongue-like architecture within another park. The inside of this building looks like something out of the Black Lodge.
Some old dudes hiding behind their records at a flea market. Possibly my favorite day in Sao Paulo.
Vintage sexy Brazilian magazines at the flea market.
Gabriela in yet another lovely, shady park.
A view from the somewhat frightening bus to Rio.
Santa on holiday.
Rio
Ipanema, aka speedo central.
A real coconut!
An art school in Rio, just under the Christo. My dad told me that when he was living here in 11th grade he and his friends hiked on some unmarked trails to the top of that mountain. Sweet.
Cable cars to the Pao de Acucar, two gigantic mountains in the middle of the ocean.
A view of Copacabana from the Pao de Acucar.
Sunset in Rio. (I really apologize for the dirt on these.)
