Rio, 2:30 PM
From the heights of the Corcovado, Rio is held in a hand.
Lower down, in the sweating slums and jungles, men and women forgotten by God have the same zest for life, led by a feverish quest …
For some it is love, for others the desires and lust of life, but for most it is the madness of gold, a gold reflecting the souls of those who grasp it.
Behind every look, even the darkest, burns, the one obsession.
pine berries, black pepper, vanilla, tonka beans, patchouli, Jamaican rum
Amelie Bourgeois and Anne-Sophie Behaghel