Rodoviária (Bus Station)

I moved to Brasilia in 2014. I couldn't help but hate it at first. Its huge, empty open spaces and unwalkable roads; the way people seemed to always be in their cars and never on the sidewalks; its narrowly planned boredom, typical of a city built to segregate. The only place I could find some chaos and energy in was the central transport station - Rodoviária do Plano Piloto - a microcosmos just a couple of kilometers away from National Congress. It's a place where two worlds collide. The unique meeting point between people from the lower class satellite towns and affluent blocks within Plano Piloto, either on their way to work or rushing home. It's also the place where many hopeless outsiders who come to the capital roam, trying to get a job or begging, sleeping under its arcades at night, by themselves or with their families. This series is an attempt to show the tension between the two faces of the Brazilian capital, to immerse myself more deeply in its flux and to get slightly closer to my fellow citizens in a city always prone to separate.