Wine & Philosophy

After the beach, we returned to a quiet studio in Copacabana. The apartment was full of wood and warm yellow light, a place that felt dense with thought. Red wine on the table. Four people in their thirties sitting close, speaking about family, coming out, and the things that are harder to name. Friendship and depth slowly formed. I was part of the conversation, but in Portuguese, so I listened more than I spoke, sketching from the couch. I loved the thoughts and love that filled the room.