Cats chased shadows through the pre-dawn gloom as the men hit the streets of suburban Rio and set off towards their objective. “I’ve not slept,” said one early riser, a bushy-bearded office worker called Arthur Araújo, as he emerged from his home to fulfil a “dream” one year in the making.
The group’s convoy navigated mountain roads and country lanes, before stopping at a who gather once a year to send their enormous kaleidoscopic creations into the skies.