New York and friends

Two weeks ago I was in New York. Me, my business partner Agê and three photos from the Skin, Ink and Light project, that I started with the great artist Luis Matuto. The pictures were selected for the History of Creative Exhibition, that took place at the Angel Orensanz Foundation.

The event was incredible. It was a real honour to be among some of the finest new names in photography around the world. The place was packed. Seriously. The line was going around the block and at one point even the cops were called in to control the some trouble. Nothing better than debut in New York with a mad crowd outside. You can read all about it at the Panda Blog (with photos).

That wasn't, however, the best part of the trip. Not even close.

This was the first time Agê and I left for an adventure as a team. We've both logged a fair amount of miles in the world map before, but not together. Not like this. Traveling as pals felt like we were teenagers backpacking. Except we are really old and would never backpack. Because, again, we are really, really old.

Anyway, getting to stay with Agê for 12 days was one of those things I will never forget. When we started as partners, about a year ago (I always get this time wrong), I knew we had a lot in common and our minds were very much in sync. This trip showed me our brains are a lot more paralleled than I imagined.

We had lots of fun in New York, working in some photo productions. For one, we shot the lovely Bruna Reis at the "Music Building", an iconic location where folks like Madonna, Billy Idol and Joey Ramone already stopped by for gigs.

In another occasion, we rented a small plane and flew over Manhattan for some aerial shots that came out insanely great. Just wait for that one.

 New Yorker  © Rodrigo Bressane / Pandalux

New Yorker  © Rodrigo Bressane / Pandalux

On friendships

Now, the point of all I am writing, is not just to make public how much I care for my buddy Agê - and I do, in case you're still wondering. I guess I am trying to lay some thoughts about friendship, which is a topic I've always struggled with during the course of my life.

And I am not talking about day-to-day friendships, those that we make as we live and carry on forever. Those are all cool, but that's not it. I am talking about the real deal. That friend that you wouldn't probably die for, but you would think a little bit about it.

For most of my life, I have had very few of those. And if you think really hard, I bet you might come to the same conclusion. Today, however, I can count more of this kind of friend than I ever had before. Which is odd, since I am terrible at making friends, but even worse at keeping them.

Luck and merit

I remember the exact moment when friendship as a thing was born in my adult life. I was at home doing nothing when the phone rang. Daniel, one of these friends that I care a lot about today, was at the time just a guy I knew. As soon as I picked the phone up he invited me to go to his place with my family. My response couldn't be classier. I said: "why"?

In my head, there was no point in inviting someone over just for food, some beverages, chatting and having a good time. I needed an agenda. Some sort of official thing, like a birthday, or something. It wasn't the case. Daniel and Christian, already friends, were both inviting me just because they wanted to hang out. And so we've been hanging out for years now. And there I learned what's like to have a friend (and I got two).

I still don't know why they stick around. It could be just because of my hot body and caramel eyes. I still feel lucky about it.