Torre de comunicação da Gazeta, onde fica minha faculdade, universidade paulista (em Avenida Paulista) —

Gazeta TV and communications antenna, Avenida Paulista, São Paulo, Brazil.

(via ipirangaesaojoao)

Last night, at Praça Rosa, São Paulo, during the first meeting of the open-to-all Extraordinary Commission on Human Rights and Minorities (Comissão Extraordinaria de Direitos Humanos e Minorias). Led by the trans cartoonist Laerte and congressman Jean Wyllys, the commission sprang up as a reaction to the appointment of Marco Feliciano, a bigoted, homophobic evangelical pastor, as president of Brazil’s Congressional Human Rights Commission.

‘I’d rather my sexuality were of no consequence. But it is. It’s stigmatised. The only way I have of rising above that stigma is to incarnate that identity, but I’d prefer it if I didn’t have to.’ Jean Wyllys, a member of Brazil’s parliament who incredibly, rose to fame by winning Big Brother. 

Photo from NINJA Facebook page.

By marinenobrasil.

The beautiful Casa de Vidro, a 1951 modernist masterpiece in Morumbi, São Paulo, Brazil. It was the home of the architect Lina Bo Bardi, who also built São Paulo’s astonishing MASP art museum, and conjured SESC Pompeia from a former factory.

I’ve written about the Casa de Vidro in our English-language blog at Folha de S.Paulo this week - Concrete and jungle: São Paulo’s Glass House.

hotel paraíso | são paulo, brasil

from the series/Tumblr, thisisnotguidemichelin, by Luis Roberto Toledo.

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pinheiros | são paulo, brazil

by Luis Roberto Toledo, non-plusultra

Under the pavement, the trees. São Paulo’s trees don’t care, they just smash up the pavements all over town with their insistent, silent, neverending T’ai chi ch’uan power.

Vila Madalena, this morning.

“A fantastic new article and graphic tool shows that owning a car is a big waste of money for lots of people that do have to commute to work. And that isn’t just taking into account the obvious economic benefits to be had if they swapped in the wheels for public transport, walking, or biking. what the numbers show is that many people can save lots of money even if they take taxis everywhere. Since taxis here are ubiquitous and excellent, that hardly seems like a less comfortable solution. But still, more and more cars, everywhere, every day.”

By Vincent Bevins in the From Brazil blog, in English, at Folha de S.Paulo newspaper. via ciutats

Vai-Vai samba school preparations, São Paulo Carnival 2013, by Clairex on Flickr.

A figure from one of the floats from a previous year, round the back of the warehouse belonging to the samba school Vai-Vai, from São Paulo, Brazil. Another view.

Sofia Borges, Sediments Series (2009)

Sofia Borges was one of the artists featured in the recent São Paulo art Bienal. Here’s an interview with her (by me!) at Time Out São Paulo, where she talked about her favourite fellow artist at the Bienal. She chose the late Irish photographer and filmmaker Patrick Jolley.

Unintentional nice photo. Kids, rain, crazy paving at the Vale de Anhangabaú, São Paulo, yesterday during the Criolo and Emicida free concert for the city’s 459th birthday.

Lapa, São Paulo, 2011, by fcostas.

A rainy day in São Paulo, posted on desconstruindosp (‘deconstructingSP’) by @blackdorf.

The stairs at Hospital das Clinicas, São Paulo, 2012. By archpic.

squeezeoflime:

… They prepared and served three dishes, all the while talking about topics as diverse as psychoactive foods, food rituals, the origins of the fifth ‘savory’ flavor umami, and how Alex narrowly avoided having his arm amputated after being poisoned whilst preparing a toxic fish. 

Stephan Doitschinoff stencils the cover design of his new book CRAS onto a plate using a mix of shoyu, ginger and wasabi, thickened using some kind of bacteria.

 

A collective destruction of the art as everyone mops up the design with thin slices of frogfish which, by the way, is one of the ugliest creatures I’ve seen. Tasted good though.

Next up, unleavened bread painted by Stephan using “chilli paint”  

We eat the bread with slices of raw beef, “branded” with one of Stephan’s symbols.

The beef is topped with a sesame dressing.

It’s been a few years since I’ve eaten a host. And I’ve certainly never had one dipped in a mix of cachaça and flowering Amazonian herb jambu, which numbs the tongue.