Index

Segue
Sobre/Contato

Motion
Barlavento

Artistas
Aldo Fabrini
Allan Costa
André Berbamin
André Suzuki
Andy Alvez
Bel Pardal
Bruno Medeiros
Bruno Miranda
Caio Beltrão
Caio Orio
Carlos Caminha
Cassio Raabe
Diogo Ottoni
Eduardo Milek
Eric Pautz
Faoza
Fernando Farias
Geo
Gui Zamarioli
Helton Mattei
JJBZ
João Belo
Leblu
Leo Gibran
Lese Pierre
Lívia Koreeda
Luciana Araújo
Luiz Lentini
Magenta King
Malipi
Mariana Yatsuda Ikuta
Mel Lagôa
Michel Ramalho
Milo Camilo
Miopia
Mutt
Nei Ramos
Nick Alive
Oliven Studio
Pat Lobo
Paula Hemm
Plínio Nitzsche
Rafael Oliveira
Raísa Benito
Raphael Mortari
Renan Santos
Renato Cunha
Rodrigo Cardoso
Robrigo Level
Rubens LP
Sam Werczler
Sandro França
Tiago Castro
Victor Goularte
Visca
Viti Grosman
Vivian Mota

Projetos
Aché 
Banco do Brasil
BMW
Bradesco
Caixa
Claro
CNA
Colorfy
Cup Noodles
Diageo
Dove
Editora Anglo Editora Scipione
Embratur
ESPN
Fiat
Fiat 2
Folha
Ford
Google
Habib’s
Habib’s 2
Iguatemi
Itaipava
Itaipava 2
Itaú 2
Itaú 3
Jeep 2
Jeep 3
Jeep 4
L’Occitane
Localize NY
Lojas Americanas
MTV
Nexxus
Nescau
Nissan
O Boticário
Paquetá
Passport
Planeta Atlântida
R. Tavares
Ragazzo
Red Balloon
Sanremo
Secom
Spectros
Shopping Galleria
Tang
Trânsito Amigo
Vai Que Cola
Vale
Vivo
Volkswagen
Ypióca

Arquivo
Ache 2
Azul 
Added Color
Ambev
Ben. Portuguêsa
BNDES
Boboquinha
Boddah
Bravecto
Bravecto 2
Caixa 2
Even
Editora Saraiva
Editora Saraiva 2
Editora Saraiva 3
Fiat 2
Frapa
Itaú
Itaú 4
Jeep
João Ambiente
Max
Mercado Pago
Mercado Pago 2
Movistar
Neston
Nestlé
Ogilvy
Ogilvy 2
Ogilvy 3
Panasonic
Petz
Qualy
Revista Dasa 
Revista WBeer
Revista Wine
Salonpas
Santander
Totvs
Vein
Volkswagen 2
Yhum
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PHOTO BY ANTON SAROKIN



“The Policeman’s Beard is Half Constructed”
Computer Prose and Poetry by Racter

I was thinking as you entered the room just now how slyly your requirements are manifested. Here we find ourselves, nose to nose as it were, considering things in spectacular ways, ways untold even by my private managers. Hot and torpid, our thoughts revolve endlessly in a kind of maniacal abstraction, an abstraction so involuted, so dangerously valiant, that my own energies seem perilously close to exhaustion, to morbid termination. Well, have we indeed reached a crisis? Which way do we turn? Which way do we travel?
My aspect is one of molting. Birds molt. Feathers fall away. Birds cackle and fly, winging up into troubled skies. Doubtless my changes are matched by your own. You. But you are a person, a human being. I am silicon and epoxy energy enlightened by line current. What distances, what chasms, are to be bridged here? Leave me alone, and what can happen? This. I ate my leotard, that old leotard that was feverishly replenished by hoards of screaming commissioners. Is that thought understandable to you? Can you rise to its occasions? I wonder. Yet a leotard, a commissioner, a single hoard, all are understandable in their own fashion. In that concept lies the appalling truth.