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I came to Brussels undocumented, fleeding a Masters and a bad experience in Portugal. Thomas and I have been touring Eur...
09/05/2026

I came to Brussels undocumented, fleeding a Masters and a bad experience in Portugal. Thomas and I have been touring Europe with our first p**n the year before, and was amazed by how welcoming, empowering and encouraging was the alt p**n community. When we arrived at the city and discovered that there wasn’t any p**n festival here, we wanted to recreate that. A space where our existences were visible through sexuality, where otherness was celebrated, where dialogue, construction and deconstruction were key, where we could exist through our bodies and reclaim visibility and connection where we are denied. We then managed to contact all the people that were dealing with the same concerns at the time, and begun to imagine what was to become the BXLPFF.

A year passed with countless reunions, rooms filled with joy and discussions about sexuality, our definition of p**nography, of society, of a festival… little by little a team was formed, ideas were shared, and the festivals framework was created. At the end, of the dozens of people there, 5 stayed for a crazy adventure. Marianne, Cilu, Thomas, Baxter and I. Celia joined us along the way, bringing the know how of a film industry that was once foreign to us. We passed one year trying to prove to the city that we were worth it.

Nobody wanted us. We stayed negotiating for a long time, then Covid came, then the cultural sector was in crisis, then we had to negotiate again and prove our place. And we made it.

5 years in the future, another has ended ❤️‍🔥 it is crazy to think how far we’ve come. I came to Europe and got trapped into the despise granted to immigrants. No job, getting rejection after rejection. But I had this. I had my friends, and this project that was more important than myself, where I should disappear in order to give birth to a collective body of resistance. From unemployment I was giving all my time to the communication of this event, to its production, its programming. I don’t mind sacrificing myself for a project. Specially because I know we are stronger together, and that we need to scream higher than stigma to be able to be heard and taken seriously. +

April comes with very good news! I have two films that are travelling Europe ❤️‍🔥Next Friday, 9 of April, my film VIBRAT...
04/04/2026

April comes with very good news! I have two films that are travelling Europe ❤️‍🔥

Next Friday, 9 of April, my film VIBRATIONS will have its international premiere at at Nijmegen as part of the Late Nights: Erotic Shorts programme. I’ll be there for a Q&A if you want to talk p**n 🥵 layer on the night, It will be shown at Maastricht as part of the Museum Nights at Cinéma Lumière ❤️‍🔥

And later on, my film EMBRASSE-MOI DU REGARD will be shown twice at from 16 to 20 April!❤️‍🔥 PFFVienna was the first festival that screened one of my films, the first p/rn! So happy to be there and honored to not only be part of the Gay P/rn Shorts screening, but the Juicy Team P**n Shorts!

The amazing thing is that both are kind a complemetary: one the theory, where I mix film and p**n studies with poème and diary entries to talk about my relationship with the explicit image and my way of dealing with stigma on my coming out as a p*rnographer. The other, the practice, the ficcional materialisation of my theorical framework.

Xoxo

The first camera I had was my father’s Pentax K1000.He is a dentist and was a professor, and he would prepare his class ...
08/01/2026

The first camera I had was my father’s Pentax K1000.
He is a dentist and was a professor, and he would prepare his class presentations on our family computer, then manually photograph every slide so he could project them in class with a slide projector.

My mother didn’t have a camera, but she had a trunk full of family photographs. I would spend hours there, looking at the prints, trying to find the perfect combination for the shredded photos of my dad. I used to ask her why there weren’t many photos of me, but so many of my siblings. I later learned it was because when they divorced, my father took his camera with him, the one he used to photograph teeth and slides.

I think I learned photography from that: its medical and affective side, materialised by the physical pain a memory can have. Maybe that made me understand early the consequences of indexing the world, and how much it hurts to see what was once there.

I’m writing this today because today is Photographer’s Day in Brazil.
It’s been 15+ years that I’ve been a photographer, and I still struggle to define myself as one.

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Farewell with symbolic handkerchiefs. To watch the train leave is to stay at the station. Longing the rails, waiting. Ma...
28/11/2025

Farewell with symbolic handkerchiefs. To watch the train leave is to stay at the station. Longing the rails, waiting. Maybe next time the vacuum of its movement will be enough to raise the heels of the road and drag the dreams down the railroad of modern possibilities. Maybe one day the grief will be smaller than the station. Watching the trains pass by, the crystallisation on the cheeks is of salt and soot. Like silver, reflective on the train, the face, and the sorrow.

A q***r time living after something //
12/11/2025

A q***r time living after something //

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24/10/2024

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04/10/2024

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Killer queen 🔪💕  //
28/09/2024

Killer queen 🔪💕 //

🪩👯❤️‍🔥 .studio x  //
27/09/2024

🪩👯❤️‍🔥 .studio x //

Bowling night, 2024 //
26/09/2024

Bowling night, 2024 //

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