Or circus. Or belated Halloween...at the beach. Or...just Rio being Rio?
When one imagines Rio's "Carnaval" it is inevitable that the minds-eye is filled with flashes of feathers, headdresses, glitter, bedazzled thongs, and more feathers. But not everyone is marching down the street in a sanctioned parade. Many
Cariocas (residents of Rio) choose to make their own parade, wherever they may stroll.
A lot like going diving into the Walmart bargain-bin on November 1st and putting on whatever you pull out. Why not just put on a blindfold and turn off the lights while your at it! Now go about your regular business - pick up groceries, hail a cab, walk to the bank to use the ATM - sporting your new half-assed costume attempt. Or throw on your beach wear and head to the beach! What angel wings? Bunny ears...who, me?! This clown nose...hardly noticed it!
I attempted to document this phenomena by taking a sample of the streets, so to speak. The following shots were taken from my phone whilst enjoying a late afternoon
cerveja at corner sidewalk café in Copacabana over the course of about 15 minutes...
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LMFAO, is that you? I think Psy is following you... |
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Aye aye, Captain! |
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Seems to be a popular costume choice. |
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"Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl..." |
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There was also a baby, an angel, a mouse, an Indian, and a fairy in this group. |
The weirdest part, other than the juxtaposition of urban city streets and swimsuits, was that everyone exuded an air of obliviousness to their own appearance, making the sporting of cast-off Halloween wear that much more alluring. It was a bizarro world; a parade without a route, where the spectators are whoever happens by, and concerning oneself with a theme is irrelevant. It's a city-wide costume party and everyone is invited!
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