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The Maze

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The Maze is an “inn” situated in a favela with a monthly jazz scene.

http://jazzrio.com/en/

Jazz at The Maze
Jazz at The Maze

The location adds to the persona as tourists can say that they stayed in or went out in a favela.  This concept has several positive impacts on the immediate area, such as breaking barriers, letting the world know that not all favelas (shantytowns) are dangerous and crime-ridden, still it is not an idyllic situation. To visit The Maze, you first make your way to the bottom of a long and steep hill. Options to ascend include walking (45 minutes), van  (10-15 minutes) or moto-taxi (5 minutes). Once you get to the top, you are deposited at the opening of the favela and quickly greeted by residents who are doing what they do, hanging out, enjoying the weather, drinking beer at corner bars.  A guide, wearing a bright vest with “The Maze” written on it, will walk you the 400m or so through cramped alleyways to the entrance of The Maze.

Only one path leads to The Maze
Only one path leads to The Maze

Bob, the owner of The Maze, is a British ex-pat who created the concept and has spent many years getting the The Maze established.    For tourists who want to have a good time, listen to good jazz, and say that they were in a favela, The Maze succeeds.

Bob
Bob
Hanging loose at The Maze
Hanging loose at The Maze

For tourists who want to experience a favela, it does nothing of the sort.  The price of admission and the cost of drinks easily exceeds the average spending abilities of residents of the very favela where The Maze sits.  As an indication, the monthly minimum wage is around $300 (US).  A night at the maze, including admission, a few beers, and maybe food can run you upwards of $50-100.

A bartender dedicated to "mixed" drinks, no beer.
A bartender dedicated to “mixed” drinks, no beer.

The contrast doesn’t stop there.  Once you are in The Maze, while you do enjoy a cool atmosphere, a great view of Guanabara Bay, after you stop looking into the homes of favelados below you, and generally good jazz, things begin to look odd.  For example, the color of the skin of the people dealing with you, from the cashier to the bartenders, is much lighter than the color of the skin of the staff cleaning and getting dirty dishes.  The Maze advertises its location in a favela as a drawing point and one would think that racial and social integration would be honored. Sadly not. You won’t see one person who lives in the favela sitting back enjoying the music, you won’t see one favelado as a frontman for The Maze.  No, they’re kept out and kept at bay from the tourists who are “guided” to The Maze.

Artwork
Artwork

Regardless of the social impact of The Maze, it is an interesting place.  The evening we visited, the jazz was very good and only slightly interrupted by the sound of flash grenades and gunshots as the local SWAT team conducted a simulated invasion of the favela.  The art on the walls, the layout, the whole scene is nothing short of unique.  The people who visit seem to be a mix of foreign tourists and middle to upper class Brazilians.

People
People
The band
The band

Still, having spent countless hours in a larger and more dangerous favela, I understand all too well how and why social boundaries are drawn and I regret that The Maze cannot find a groove in which a more egalitarian clientele can be established.  After all, isn’t music about celebrating the human condition and shouldn’t it be accessible to all, especially those living under, above, or across from the source? “If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC” 
― Kurt Vonnegut

People
People
Public display of jazz-infused affection
Public display of jazz-infused affection

As we left on the night we visited, an older woman was standing in her doorway about 50m from The Maze.  I said hello and then asked her what she thought of The Maze, she replied “It’s okay.  It created a couple of jobs, but otherwise I don’t think about it.”  I asked her about the music once a month to which she replied, “Yeah, those are long, noisy nights, but people are well behaved and we tolerate it.  What else can we do?” In general, I’m glad to have visited and will probably visit again, but will maybe stop for a beer at a local-owned bar on the way to and/from The Maze.

Waiting for the moto down the hill
Waiting for the moto down the hill

Matrix, São Paulo, Brazil

The day before my recent trip to Brazil, I had dinner and drinks with an artist friend.  This is the same artist friend who has been pushing me to think beyond my interest in images taken “after dark” as a simple exercise in where and how people gather, and consider the deeper motivations for this project.

I’m still thinking.

Matrix

To help me in the process I returned to Matrix, located in Vila Madalena, a neighborhood that hosts a mix of bohemian and upper class bars in the mass of buildings that form São Paulo.

Matrix persists in provoking the thoughts of what draws me to create images of life after most people are tucked into their beds.  It’s not my insomnia, or my jet lag.  It’s not my love of nightlife.

Perhaps it’s related to my interest in watching a side of life that is witnessed by only a handful of people.

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What was it about Matrix that drew me in?

Why did I want to return to Matrix and explore its intestines?

What was it about the fact that there are only five or six tables, a dance floor that is completely black, save for a few laser lights, that motivates me to stand around and take pictures?

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Was it listening to The Smiths, Nirvana, the Rolling Stones, and Patty Smith?

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Why was the billiard room there at all and why in the back of the bar?

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By the end of the night I was no closer to an answer to the question of what draws me to photograph life “after dark”.

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Perhaps it is simply the odd notion that there is something to be said for witnessing people find a commonality among the senses that can only be found in bars and music clubs, breaking down barriers and opening themselves to just being.

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