I arrived in Brazil and São Paulo captivated me. A few days later I had the feeling that I had been living in that São Bento neighborhood for a lifetime. 2 or 3 guys dropped by every day to record, it was exhausting. Fortunately I didn't go alone, my friend Carlos shared a house with me. Like many trips, it was sweet and bitter, the speed is dizzying and produces a deep existential emptiness. Sex and existentialism, Albert Camus or Sartre would have laughed at me. That dehumanized feeling of life, ephemeral, fragile, loaded with emotion, but as inconsistent as a sigh. Bauman called it liquid love, that couldn't be liquid, it was more like air, something ethereal. A marketing of being, although the feeling was real.

I saw him again before I left, twice, and besides, he wasn't like the others, I never knew how a boy like that could be so taken with me. I agreed to meet him after recording, I liked everything about his body, his smile and perfect teeth, his dark brown almost black eyes, his dark, tattooed skin, neck, chest, arms and legs, the way he walked, touched and seduce, everyone in São Paulo seems to have been taught since childhood to seduce, it was something that felt innate. Masculine and feminine, but not like an androgynous, his thing was more like the city of São Paulo, fickle. He loved dressing in feminine clothes, but he was not effete, it was a very peculiar combination. I have a very good memory of him, kissing him while Criolo's “Não existen amor em SP” was playing. I hope destiny brings us together again.

Technique : Digital illustration

Measurements: 63 x 41.5 cm

Date: 2022