Street Syntax
In Brazil’s Urban Periphery, Modernity Arrived — But Equality Didn’t
In places like Jardim Catarina, race, gender, and sexuality aren’t erased by progress; they are quietly redesigned through everyday life.
The grammar of walls, wheels, and rebellion.
Street Syntax
In places like Jardim Catarina, race, gender, and sexuality aren’t erased by progress; they are quietly redesigned through everyday life.
Street Syntax
Inside the Sambadrome, where samba schools battle with myth, muscle, and meticulous dramaturgy.
Street Syntax
In a country marked by inequality, street food remains a site of resistance, survival, and culinary sophistication — often unrecognized, never accidental.
Street Syntax
The thieves grabbed Matisse’s Orientalist fantasies and Portinari’s plantation ghosts, creating the most chaotic — and unintentionally political — art collection of the year.
Street Syntax
Born in a mineiro lunch rush, the “a quilo” buffet reshaped Brazil’s urban culture long before New York’s delis stumbled into a parallel version.
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In Brazil’s tri-border Amazon, the Solimões carries cocaine, fear, and forgotten governance. But what if the same current that feeds the drug war could be hired for something else?
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From the world’s largest rodents to endangered anteaters, Brazil’s highways are erasing its wildlife in real time. The fast lane to progress has become the road to extinction.
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Marco Martins turns a police raid in Mouraria into a multilingual act of resistance.
Street Syntax
In Rio’s legendary favela of Mangueira, education and rhythm are colliding in the most radical way: the samba school that taught Brazil to dance is now teaching its people to dream differently.
Street Syntax
How the Primeiro Comando da Capital (PCC) is reinventing itself as agro-entrepreneur, influencer and money-manager.
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The politicians screaming about "law and order" in Rio are literally on the payroll of armed gangs. And it gets so much worse.
Street Syntax
Germes Gang treats adulthood like a narc at a house party — ignore it long enough and maybe it’ll leave.