Wednesday evening was spent in the Brazilian kitchen and Contagiarte. This inevitably resulted in a thursday spent with a heavy head and glorious memories of pineapples brimming with vodka.
My Erasmus hangover cure? A cheeky trip to the Serralves gallery to watch some contemporary dance. Pretentious, probably. Highly amusing, sim, sim, sim.
Nice style. Granny scarf, trench-anorak, shorts, opaque tights and timberlands. A pick and mix outfit which is sweet, sweet, sweet.
Sofia's shit steppers! These were quite distracting throughout some of the slightly less interesting dance performances.
A dancer from the Trisha Brown dance company. Shuffeling about the Serralves garden to the sound of Simon and Garfunkle. All in all a curious and not overly impressive spectacle.
