Wednesday, May 16, 2012

the book


I called Bé. I called Bé because she’s always been present in several moments and because I always felt that she had a special affection for this project ever since its first steps. And that's why, in my first moment at the publisher, that I told her and Francisco about 20 times that the book, no matter the quality of its content, would only make sense as an object of style. It had to be something beautiful at the eye and that made us want to touch it. And when Bé met me at the publisher and I opened the envelope with the book I couldn’t help but release a “fuck”. What I had with me was not just an object. It was the object without none of this would make sense. At that moment the effort of contacting more than 200 people scattered all over the world was worth it. Of having called Pierre, Andrea, of having discovered James’ facebook, of having waited for Aida, Demi and Vittoria’s answers or having explained, personally, in every little detail, everything that Yim’s portrait revealed about his intimacy. Because I wanted each and every one of those people to do more than just appear in the book. I wanted them to feel that they were part of it. But I felt so much more than that. I felt that Rui’s wife would look at the book and forgive him for getting home late or Joana’s kid wouldn’t mind being without his mother’s company on that Sunday. Because, at that moment, all hours of hard work made sense. Every graphic detail with which I tested Rui’s patience or every stupidity that I discussed with Carla. It’s not up to me to decide for themselves if all was worth it or not, but from the moment I saw the book, I felt that all of them – Bé, Francisco, Rui, Joana and Carla – would also think to themselves:
- it was worth it.

This blog has made me live things that otherwise I would have never lived . Things that I cannot explain here or even in the more intimate environment (or so I hope) of a book launching event. I can’t even tell you – as humble as it would be for me to say it – that this book was something I never hoped for. To be totally honest I knew (or thought I knew, some days are better than others) that this book was bound to happen sooner or later. I knew that I would get an e-mail someday. And the day Francisco came to me I almost told him “hey man, what took you so long??”. But I felt something more important than that in this book. For now, this book is one of the few things I can brag about in my life. Every little thing I did with this blog I did it because it made sense to me. And, if I think about it, with a certain pride. This book embodies that pride. A beautiful body.

The book was launched in Lisbon, on April 17th at Buchholz bookstore. In Porto, on April 21st. And there will be a book signing session at Feira do Livro in Lisbon. The idea of the word “autograph” and my name in the same sentence makes no sense to me. But I’ll be there with a pen and – more important than that – with the availability and good mood for those that feel that I’m worth spending some time with. Which, I must add, seems like a really bad decision but – since I can’t decide for Bé, Francisco, Rui, Joana or Carla if all was worth it or not – it won’t be me telling you what you should do or not do of your life


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Brazil in Paris

tamanho novo

[this post can also be seen here]