It was 1990 and my personal heroine was going though hard times. We needed money, and my mum decided to sell my father’s record collection. This bald man came to the house to put a price on it and I didn’t want to let it go. My mother said I could choose one record, and I got this. It wasn’t my favorite, but it was too hard for me to go though his musical estate and choose one. The same records I used to listen with him, with big ass white headphones. So I picked to first one in the row and kept it to me. Never listened to it, until this day.

Max & Moritz are two characters created by Willhem Busch and they are considered by many the first comic strip ever. But its importance goes way beyond this fact, especially in my life. My father gave me all 8 volumes, every two or three months, each with a special dedicatory in the form of a [...]

My father’s cousin, Eduardo, gave me this incredible book when I was six. It’s the big, complete edition, with all the adventures and formidable illustrations by Gustave Doré. The drawings were mesmerizing, bringing me closer to another great book, The Divine Comedy. And the stories were insanely funny, fantastic and incredible, becoming quickly the main [...]

My obsession for garlic reached its peak in 1992, when my neighbour and best friend Carol got me this Garlic Baker – brought from the States by her mother. Basically, I was already having garlic with everything, but this terracota piece made it possible for me to have it as a meal.  And that’s what [...]

“Incredible but true stories, of men, nature, Earth and space” The great book of wonder and (all things) fantastic was the very first book I read. Firstly when I was 5, I used to browse through all its approx 600 pages reading bits here and there. One day I decided to read it begining to [...]

This was probably the first ever poster I ever had, 1980 Moscow Olympic Games, hanging on my bedroom door at the apartment we lived at the time, in Leblon. Its logo has the high contrast bauhausian features that always inspired me, and its text, in cyrillic, was fascinating. I now realize I started loving typography [...]