In Rio de Janeiro, as in the whole Brazil, the level of recycling is very high.
This car was a taxi that fell inside a muddy water. I know it because it was covered in mud. But even so it was placed in the street, and every time, a garage shop nearby would need some part, it would be taken from it.
The car stays there, falling apart with the action of the time, weather and people who go there to pick some part out of it.
There is no regulation, no security, no health matters taken. Any bacteria or danger just burns under the Carioca Sun.
Last year I spent 3 months in Rio de Janeiro for my photographic project.
Rio is a very intense city. As I was exploring the Spontaneous Urban Texture, I went many times to this place to take a photo of this spot, with some human combination.
Then, after many days, it happened. I saw these 2 women at the sidewalk nearby. One was comforting the other.
They didn’t seem to care of my presence taking their photos and carried on their interaction.
I was sitting down on a bench at Rua Uruguaiana, when this guy came for his daily show. I was carrying a Hasselblad, he saw the camera and make some jokes, telling that I was using a water tank to take pics. Then he asked me to take his picture, so I did. He made then this very feminine pose, while everybody was laughing while he made the pose and joke about my camera.