” … that somehow explains why, beyond any gained experience, I still think about Brazil in the first place as a burnt perfume.”
Claude Levi Strauss

A BURNT PERFUM. 2012-2013.

A part of Brazil. First the vast Minas Gerais, a state of the south-est. In this immense territory, made of bare mountains and giant palm trees and where remote villages of farmers appear here and there, the gunmen poets of the great Guimarães Rosa wandered in gangs, slaughtered each other and made pacts with the devil. Then the state of Bahia, sweet land of samba and white shores, where European demons dance together with the African ones. Here palms swing gently, girls dip their feet in the warm sand and the iron beds squeak at every restless nocturnal movement. The series ends with images of Brazilian metropolis.