Disclaimer
am, when I speak of Rio, never objective. Rio has been part of my life for a long time, even before I went there the first time. It has …
Botafogo’s sweet Ghost
When the architect entered my home for the first time, to break it down completely and give it a well-deserved make-up, looking out the window he said a, something …
The peddler under my house
Under my house, in Botafogo, I have a peddler. I call it “the tiny shop”. On the sidewalk. Every day at dawn, it appears, slowly, orderly, somehow clean.
The botegos of Botafogo
The botegos of Botafogo, the entire world talks about it. I love especially one. The first one, in Voluntarios, at the corner with the Praia.
The penthouses of Rio
The penthouses of Rio. All over the world having a penthouse is a dream. It means not having anyone walking on your head, it means having a free gaze, …
Beauty grows by floors
In Botafogo, beauty grows by floors. As you go up, Botafogo changes, like from dark to light, from white to black, from day to night.
Cliché
In Botafogo there is everything. Noise, traffic jams, dirty, dangerous people, young people abandoned in the ground. I love Botafogo. Botafogo is the most beautiful place in Rio. Botafogo …
Voluntarios street
Beautiful street, the Voluntarios! How lucky I feel. Within walking distance of my house there are the two smallest stores in the universe. I like them to death. The …
The Siren
There is a siren next to me. An enormous beautiful siren, sinuous, waiting for me on the side of the building to welcome me to my city of the …