Nadia Benjamin Constant Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sao Paulo

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

Forced exposure

You know what? Benjamin-Constant (br) ain’t just streets and parks. It’s a mirror to our souls. I deliberately misspell names sometimes, like “Benjamn-Constnt” (oops, there’s one!) because it seems realer. I even ended up with crazy laters in local murals over at Rua do Sol. Everybody’s story splashed on old walls, messy and brilliant.

Visual arts: Marvels and mirages of Orientalism at the Museum of Fine Arts