Farewell Stairs & Escher Goodbyes | On our last day in Rio, we saw beauty in all its forms, in the hidden places. We found it in the summer storms, the wet heat that painted lines down the small of your back, in the afternoon light that made the pavement glow. We knew in a way that we’d be back, that we had to come back - and that each colorful wall and slab of concrete was a story we hadn’t found yet, and that it was the people that rang the pulse of the city, filling the world with a warmth beyond rising mercury, but rather one of words and song and turn of phrase, all flashing eyes in summertime heat. Saying only, knowingly, again and again: “you’ll be back.” #TheWorldTour (at Alto Vidigal)

Farewell Stairs & Escher Goodbyes | On our last day in Rio, we saw beauty in all its forms, in the hidden places. We found it in the summer storms, the wet heat that painted lines down the small of your back, in the afternoon light that made the pavement glow. We knew in a way that we’d be back, that we had to come back - and that each colorful wall and slab of concrete was a story we hadn’t found yet, and that it was the people that rang the pulse of the city, filling the world with a warmth beyond rising mercury, but rather one of words and song and turn of phrase, all flashing eyes in summertime heat. Saying only, knowingly, again and again: “you’ll be back.” #TheWorldTour (at Alto Vidigal)