For ten years, once a year, I let an idea wear me. It started with wearing my samba school’s costume of the year. Then I began inventing my own - each one an idea I wanted to convey, in the form of wearing it. Little text below; the costumes speak.
Human meat
We are human meat on the supermarket shelf - vacuum-packed, weighed, labeled. Worn in Thailand.
The Oscar
Full gold, statuette in hand. Everyone gets a photo with an award that can walk.
The Devil
Red head to toe, horns, cape, trident. The crowd decides what to do with him.
And one is a tribute - to the great Henn Kim:
The Ram
Black latex, curled horns. Aries, out for sushi.
The Hulk
Green, with a smaller Hulk to carry.
Segura a Onda
Two waves in cardboard. Hold the wave.
NU-VEM
A pun you wear: “NU” on the chest, “VEM” on the towel, a cloud beside. Nu-vem - the cloud comes naked.
Jenifer
The year of the song. Name-tiara included.
When life gives you lemons
Lemonade-stand aprons, lemons in hand. Life é a vida.
The samba-school years
Where it started - the first homemade armor, then the school’s fantasia of the year, parade after parade.
The pattern behind all of this is on life. Ars longa, vita brevis.