Back in Rio, I barely had time to get reaquainted with my home, much less even begin to recover from the long whirlwind of people, places, travel and events before it would all start right up again. I am very pleased with my first order from the price to the check out to the shipment. […]
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Jonathan Shaw is finishing up his rewrite of Narcisa: Our Lady of Ashes and is suiting up for a cross-country motorcycle trip of Brazil. Over the next few weeks we will be featuring some travel-related blogs. This one was found in an old journal from 1978 and takes place in Suriname. Enjoy! RUNNING AWAY by […]
read moreLapa during Carnaval. It’s like Where’s Waldo of alkies and perverts… Except they’re everywhere! The Paderia at breakfast time. Favelas Santa Teresa at Dawn.
read moreA blue and white sign on the wall. JUST FOR TODAY. Look down. A cold colorless blue linolium floor. Feet. Legs. Shorts, skirts, shoes, socks, sandals, human beings… I look up again like a deep sea diver coming up for air. There is no air. People, shirts, arms, skin, faces. Colors, textures. Black plastic and […]
read moreA crazy fog has just rolled in off the sea, suddenly converting Copacabana into a humid surreal night time nether world of terror. As if it wasn’t ugly and strange enough to begin with in the middle of this dark carnival of lost souls. Actually the fog seems to have even taken some […]
read moreFor those of you who are unfamiliar with Brazilian Carnival or “Carnaval”, you can read about HERE. Here are a few photos of last year’s parade:
read moreThe Paderia God is in the details… Carnaval vendor…
read moreI remember all the bad times with the Crack Monster. I remember all the weird deadly moments of toxic lust and destruction and terror. What I don’t remember so well are all the years of my own drug addiction. Not without a conscious effort to do so. Maybe that’s why Divine Providence sent Narcisa to […]
read moreDolo was an orphan, like me. Legend had it that he had been taken away from his Calao gypsy people after being caught stealing from a grocery store and put into a reform school in Minas Gerais. From there he was adopted by a respectable local gadji family who had given him an upper class […]
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