1988's Carnaval de Rio was a symphony of sin and salvation. The streets thrummed with raw, unbridled lust, as the city's denizens embraced their darkest desires. In the crowded streets, a man and woman, both lost in the moment, found themselves drawn to each other. Their hands, slick with sweat, explored each other's bodies, their breath ragged and hot. They danced, they fucked, they sinned, and in that moment, they were truly alive.