Speaking of photography made ​​in Minas Gerais is speaking again. The Miners are in evidence in recent years. In Look, see, now painted John Castillo , Peter David , Eugenio Savio and Leonardo Costa Braga .

But this particular post is to show the test they saw the photographer-anthropologist Francilins .

This work was second in the Prix Conrad Wessel Foundation (FCW), photo essay category. Now, Mexico is Francilins featuring "They Saw" in symposiums Estudios Culturales: "In sales, we see: places, Cuerpos, imágenes en America Latina" during the 53 th ICA .

Photographs were made ​​in buildings that have become a large complex of prostitution in Belo Horizonte, called "Guaicurus." In the author's words: "A" Guaicurus "is the largest complex of prostitution in Brazil. There are twenty buildings located in the central district of the capital of Minas Gerais, a state typically Catholic and conservative. Work there more than five thousand prostitutes, with rooms for rent directly on the administration of these "hotels". Each serves approximately twenty men per shift. They are adult women from different ages, skin color and body types that provide the most different sexual services, for five dollars (most recurrent price). "

Photos: Francilins

Here, I transcribe a text Francilins about the test:

I saw them

In one corner of the central district of a chaotic polis, located in a confused and indeterminable country west of the tropical Atlantic and south of the equator, people move frantically. Some look inward and to the ground so that no hole they stop the ride, there are those who expect transport under a bus stop, wander aimlessly, to numb or asleep by the filthy floor. There are also those looking to reach out a buck, selling widgets, getting a tattoo, or even apply a coup and take our money. In this region, which bears the name of the Indian warriors Guaicuru, 20 are installed teleportation devices. That's right, abduction apparatus, with the same power of those science fiction movies or cartoons, which despite having archaic technology, have an enviable efficiency. One day, walking through those parts when I saw two men walking in front of me being sucked into one of these devices. I continued. A few steps later, another two machine spit and swallow more than twenty. As guided, lined up as the peristaltic movements of the abductor distanced them from me. Obviously I only discovered the real power of those devices after being absorbed by the first time.

It happened thus: watching curious teleporter portal, the light was dim and I could not see clearly what was happening inside, suddenly, the man who was beside me was sucked and magnetic power brought me back. His heart raced and my legs were moving without my concession. In an instant, had died and been reborn in another world. A step, a few steps and the first shock, the light of that size did not reach the same sun, were small multicolored fountains that gushed warm and vibrant colors. The air was thick, sticky. Strong smells tore my nostrils. The paths of this world are labyrinthine, an intricate complex of narrow corridors and busy composing the mapping site. Like a great fair and popular apocalyptic. Groping through the halls, I begin to discover a wide variety of fast food that is on sale there. There's a marketer background yells: "Get a customer, the frog is five and six is ​​in the ass." Traders expect the door or in small rooms, great fair in their stalls. Potential customers looking for that circle that can best satisfy their appetites, as in a large "serves serves." A buyer approaches a seller and melts in your ear: "Three and a chupadinha positions for five dollars."

This other dimension seems to be in eternal war. When I look up, see the image of a holy warrior who lives far away, perhaps on the moon yet he is always there and when sites are threatened to invoke the shield that makes spills the blood of the enemy, as made with the Dragon. Beings from other lands are always called to act in the daily struggle and a large arsenal is set up to help in negotiating with the mercenaries, cigarettes serve as payment for the help of a special class of warriors, the doves-turn, after all, they "help to bring more customers, "since the leaves of castor keeps enemies away the incense and attract friends. Stunned, reaproximo an apparatus that ejects me back to the first world.

Since then, experiments like this have been repeated regularly. It's been six years and more than a hundred abductions. It is not possible to know if it's me or if I'm another. From the contact with all beings that make up this other dimension - vendors, customers, curious, cameras, film, saints, soldiers, mercenaries, doves, turns, fungi, beds ... - comes a sui generis reality: I saw them. Reality that is updated with / for you, giving you new life.

Photos: Francilins