Say photographs freeze slices of time? Big deal. Rio’s Carnival suspends it for four days.
It all starts tomorrow: streets will be crowded and filthy, traffic is gonna collapse, bathrooms will lack, wallets and virginity will be lost, erratic behavior will be socially acceptable, men will wear dresses and lipstick (not only in Copacabana), hordes of sweat bodies squeezed against one another will emerge from the most unexpected corners, alcohol will be unprecedentedly consumed (and who knows what else?).
Friends will be made (even if only for a few hours), couples will be formed (even if only for a few hours), relationships will be built up, shuddered, changed. It will be hot, loud, exhausting and redeeming.
And it’s so fucking cold in NYC.