by Dynamo
Yet, with the World Cup arriving in 2014 and the Olympics in 2016, it’s a city that is being cleaned up. Brazil’s property prices are among the fastest rising in the world, and the country’s economic development is bucking European and American trends by booming, not recessing. It’s a nation on the up; a rising force. I couldn’t wait to explore it for myself. The city is reaching new heights and I wanted to do exactly the same!
TO GET ACCLIMATISED, I walked around a lot during the first few days, soaking up the atmosphere of the city. My magic is always organic and I like to freestyle and adjust to my surroundings. I rarely plan what I’m going to do beforehand, especially with close-up magic.
Rio gave me all the inspiration I needed
Because most of the people there speak little or no English and my Portuguese is, well, non-existent, I really had to rely on magic to break the language barrier. As I’ve found throughout the world, I don’t need to speak the local dialect; magic always does the talking for me.
After spending a bit of time seeing what the city was about, one thing that became immediately apparent was that everywhere you go you see guys selling fresh coconuts. They chop off the top with a machete and stick a straw inside. So I devised a piece of magic based around them. I would ask one of the tourists or locals to name a drink and then ask them to choose a fresh coconut from the guy selling them. They’d order a Coke or an orange juice – someone even said coffee – and the guy would cut their coconut of choice open, then they would pour out the liquid inside…only it would turn out that it wasn’t coconut milk – it would be whatever drink they had requested. I do something similar in the UK with bottles of Coke and Fanta. In some ways, that piece of magic harks back to what Gramps showed me with the red and green matches.
Whether I switch drinks in Covent Garden or on Copacabana beach, using bottles or coconuts, it always baffles people. It’s all about using everyday things to create the unexpected. Making the familiar unfamiliar is the best way to surprise people. They go from feeling at ease to completely shocked. And somewhere in between that quick switch of emotions is where magic lies.
Night-time in Rio is when the city comes alive, so I figured a stroll along Copacabana’s iconic boardwalk would be a good start. Rio’s street culture is great – everywhere you look, something is going on. Some of the things I saw literally made me stop in my tracks. There were old men doing mind-blowing footwork with footballs and on the sand I saw groups of people practising capoeira – a Brazilian martial art that combines dance and music. Watching the incredibly controlled yet fluid inventiveness made me feel like a kid again. I was mesmerised and lost in the magic of the moment. With this image in mind, I decided to do my own version of capoeira. I found a bench beside the seafront and with just one arm for balance I did a half-levitation, inspired by the moves I had seen the capoeira dancers perform.
As dusk falls in Rio, local kids rush to the popcorn stalls, which are everywhere. They are like the Brazilian equivalent of our ice-cream vans, except they sell popcorn. I decided to set up my own business. But rather than using a popcorn machine, I just used my hands. Initially, I made the kernels pop inside a glass much to the delight of the crowd of kids who had gathered. Then, with the heat from my palms, I rubbed my hands together and piles of popcorn sprang out. The kids went nuts. Some of the best reactions I’ve ever had have been in Rio.
I was also in Rio for with the infamous Carnival. During those five days some two million people descend onto the streets for the world’s biggest street party. It’s incredible to see so many people coming together to celebrate life. The sheer spectacle of Carnival has the power to break down all cultural barriers – the loud music, extravagantly decorated floats, the animated dancing and outrageous costumes can be understood in any language.
As I wandered further into the city, Carnival was in full flow, so I decided to bring a little bit more magic to the festival. Deep in the thick of the dancers, floats and tourists, I spotted a guy selling maracas, a classic South American percussion instrument. I asked a woman to draw something on a coin – she chose a heart. Then, I took her to the maracas seller and asked her to pick one; she did and I shook it to demonstrate that there was only the standard rice inside. I continued to shake it and the more I shook the less noise it made, until there was only one noise left. It sounded suspiciously like the rattling of a coin. I asked the seller to smash the instrument with his foot and all that was left inside was the coin. I picked it up and gave her back her heart.
ONCE WE’D DONE the beaches and the Carnival, I wanted to go to where the action was. People say that the real heartbeat of Rio is found in the favelas, yet they’re a part of Rio that most visitors avoid.
Some of the favelas are flat and warren-like, a riddle of dusty corridors that wind over several square miles. Most of them, though, sprawl up Rio’s various mountains, boasting the best views in the city. As the sun sets on Ipanema beach, you can look up to the favelas and see the mountains light up. It’s really stunning. I’m not exaggerating when I say Rio is one of the most invigorating, exhilarating, interesting places I’ve ever visited.
I went to the outskirts of a couple of favelas – including Cidade de Deus, which is also known as the City of God – and immediately felt I wasn’t welcome. You could sense the danger around you and see the distrust on people’s faces. I might have been there to entertain with my magic, but the locals were unsure and didn’t want me or my camera crew there. It’s a shame. I’m positive that had I had the chance to do even one piece of magic then we might have had a different reception. But you have to realise when you’re not welcome and carefully back away. When you’re a stranger to somewhere, you have to respect the local people’s codes and learn to pick up on the nuances of body language and the atmosphere. Most importantly, you have to accept when you need to get the hell out!
The Chapéu Mangueira favela, though, was comparatively safe. It’s set on the borders of Copacabana and Ipanema, overlooking the beaches and Christ the Redeemer, and it has the most stunning views. If you wanted an apartment with the best vista of Rio, Chapéu Mangueira is where you’d want it to be located.
Although Chapéu Mangueira is considered safe, you can’t just walk into a favela alone and you need to keep your wits about you. We met a guy called Tiago who agreed to be our guide. His home was at the top of the favela and he invited us over for lunch with his mum.
A couple of guys tried to test us while we were there, but generally it was one of the most warm and welcoming places I’ve ever visited and we were able to stay through the night. That said, while we were having lunch at Tiago’s, I heard a loud bang. ‘What was that?’ I asked him. ‘Football match,’ he replied, as another bang echoed across the favela. ‘Hmm, doesn’t sound like the kind of football I play,’ I said. Who knows what those bangs were, but they certainly didn’t sound football-based to my ears. There was a dangerous side to the favela, but for me it was just incredible; it was full of magical experiences.
There’s so much more to learn by visiting those communities. Although I was warned of the dangers, I knew this was where I needed to show people my magic. It was quite risky filming up there, but it was important to me to show both sides of Rio and not to dwell on the negative aspects of it.
The kids in the favela told me that it’s actually a lot safer for them in their neighbourhood than it is on the ‘tarmac’, which is what they call the beaches down below. It’s safer because most of the crime happens down there and not in the favela itself, unless you’re directly involved in drug dealing. A lot of these kids go down to hustle the tourists, so that’s when you might have problems. There they might see someone from a rival favela, hustle the wrong person or get pulled over by the police.
Brazil is a notoriously corrupt country. It’s known that in the past drug gangs have been supported by the police. The police seem to be a law unto themselves and are probably the most dangerous gang in Brazil. For the favela kids, the police are their bi
ggest enemy and their greatest fear.
Although violence is inevitable, normal life continues as it would anywhere. Loud music pumps out of the concrete shacks, corrugated iron structures that serve loosely as shops sell sweets, acai, beer and biscuits and hundreds of kites flitter on the skyline. The Brazilians have a real thing for kites – when you’re in the favela, everywhere you look there are different coloured flags skipping in the sky. It’s really beautiful. There’s some incredible graffiti, really intricately painted murals that cover almost every available inch of wall. Telephone cable and wires hang everywhere. I don’t know what happens if your electricity goes off because I don’t know how they’d ever unravel that mess of wire. Everywhere you look you see random things like some guy carrying a fridge, chickens in cages and washing hanging up anywhere a bit of sun can get through to dry the clothes.
People are all around, talking, laughing, gossiping and hanging out. It felt like such a stark contrast to the estates I had grown up in. In Delph Hill, everyone is hidden away and no one really talks to each other. There’s a lot of fear and, after dark, people hide away in their homes to avoid any drama that might be happening on the streets. Any community spirit that did exist seems to have long gone. In contrast, the favelas of Rio are always alive. You get Sky TV up there, so people are gathered around televisions, watching the football. The kids are out playing; people are sat out on their steps, talking, arguing, laughing while the TV blares in the background. Groups of friends sit around tables eating food and drinking ‘cerveja’ (beer). They have these huge parties – Baile Funks – where they basically rave all night to the loudest, bassiest music you’ve ever heard.
Every step leads you to another magical site. Could Rio be the home of magic? I think it could be!
The thing that warmed my heart most was how the children followed me everywhere. I was like the Pied Piper of the favela! It was quite tough going, physically, because the favelas are carved into the mountainside. To get up into Mangueira, you find a path near the beach and then you have the choice of taking a narrow winding road up via motorbike (my choice!); an elevator-like contraption that drags you upwards; or there’s a steep staircase that cuts right up through the middle of the favela. If you consider the elevator is 64 metres high (the equivalent of a twenty-three-storey building) then you won’t blame me for avoiding the stairs. Even with that steep hill, the kids would run after me on the motorbike taxi, laughing and asking for more magic. They followed me everywhere.
In the favela, I used whatever I could find for my magic. The paths were littered with random, weird objects, old junk and discarded toys. Also, as the locals speak very little English, I had to break the language barrier visually. At one point, I found a piece of old wire on the floor. I asked this woman her name and she said, ‘Juliana’. In the blink of an eye, I bent the wire into her name. She couldn’t believe it.
What I loved most was the sense of the unexpected. Once, we were filming late at night. I was performing some magic that involved a bingo game. The game was taking place down a dark alleyway, so it all looked quite sinister. There was an eerie orange glow from the street lamps and shadows lurking everywhere. Suddenly, one of the shutters opened up on one of the shacks to the left of us. This very pale face poked out, and then another, and then another. It turned out to be a young woman from Reading whose mum and dad were there to visit her. We spoke briefly to the woman who told us she had come to Rio to teach favela kids English and had ended up moving in.
It was so bizarre and the last thing you’d ever expect to see. You build up a picture of a place, but those images are always inaccurate. It’s like being in Jamaica; you don’t hear reggae coming over the hills, you hear Michael Bolton and Celine Dion! It’s really funny – how you expect things to be and how things actually are can be very different. The element of surprise is sacred to me. I love that life is full of those moments.
I WAS IN Rio for eleven days and on my final day, I decided to visit Christ the Redeemer. I’d always wanted to do a levitation at a world-renowned landmark. I’d levitated Lindsay Lohan in Singapore, I’d levitated Matt Lucas at the Emirates Stadium, so now I wanted to levitate myself at Christ the Redeemer.
To get to the top you take a tram that drags you up the steep hillside. Then you walk up a lot of stairs. Finally, you go up some more stairs! It’s so high that it takes about an hour to reach the peak. On the way up, a thick mist started to roll in. I had no idea if I’d even be able to see the city when I levitated. Would the weather be against me, or would the mist disperse and make the levitation as magical as I anticipated it would be?
I’d imagined the Redeemer to be a place of still, silent tranquility. The revered statue is so tremendous and so isolated that I assumed it would be like visiting a church.
I was wrong. As I reached the peak, the mist finally lifting, I was greeted by both incredible views and the sight of hundreds of tourists taking pictures of the statue.
I asked a woman if she’d take a picture of me in front of the Redeemer. She agreed and I climbed the stairs, coming to a stop near the top. I took a deep breath and then slowly, with my arms outstretched, I started to rise. My frame echoing the almighty sculpture behind me.
Before long, I was hovering above the crowd as they all looked up at me in amazement. The noise that had greeted me when I first got there dissipated and the crowd stood in silence as I rose before Christ.
I got goosebumps all over my skin as I looked down at the people watching and the panoramic view behind. It was utterly awe-inspiring. There was the ocean spreading out as far as the eye could see, surrounded by white sandy beaches and the city, fizzing and sparkling below. People had come to take pictures of the statue, but as well as the iconic 365-tonne sculpture, they found me, floating in the sky. It was a risky thing to portray something with a religious connotation – similar to the River Thames walk – but that’s not intentional. And it wasn’t intended to offend people. These types of things appear in the Bible because they are miracles. They shouldn’t happen. And my drive comes from trying to make the impossible possible.
That moment in time created an everlasting image in my mind of this amazing city. It’s something I’ll take away and cherish for the rest of my life.
Like I said earlier, though, it’s not about the scale – it’s all about the element of surprise and amazement. Whether it’s a huge death-defying stunt, a prediction or close-up magic on the street, the philosophies and the principles are the same. It doesn’t matter if I’m levitating above Christ the Redeemer or doing something crazy with a deck of cards in the favelas, I always want to elicit the same response from my magic.
Putting a phone inside a bottle, to me, is as impressive as levitating myself in front of Christ the Redeemer in Brazil. That’s how I see it, anyway.
Although I’ve told you about the different categories of magic, I really break it down into just two types: physical and mental. The physical can range from something small, like bending my finger in weird ways, to walking across the Thames. They’re both still physical pieces of magic. The mental magic that I do can consist of anything from a prediction in front of a live audience to something like reading Snoop’s mind over Twitter.
Walking across the River Thames is as big and as magical as bringing butterflies to life in a hotel. But you can make the scale of smaller magic ‘bigger’ by changing how and where you do it. I can do card magic to a celebrity and it’s bigger because it’s a celebrity. I could walk across a swimming pool, but it’s bigger when it’s the River Thames. I could change a picture, but because it’s Tinie Tempah’s album cover rather than my nan’s crossword puzzle, the scale seems bigger. And because the scale is bigger, the perception of what I’ve done is therefore bigger. But they’re all the same to me and I like to think that all my magic causes the same powerful reaction in the spectator too. It’s just the bigger things seem to stick in people’s memories longer.
As the years have gone by, my determinatio
n to push the boundaries of what I do has grown. Every idea I come up with now, I start with something small and then my ambition kicks in. No matter what the thing is, I want to make it as big as it can possibly be. It’s like I have some kind of switch in me because there’s nothing I won’t attempt, no matter how scary.
Sometimes, with magic, it can come down to luck and coincidence. But then, luck is often misconstrued because, to me, luck is when the preparation meets the opportunity. I could find heaps of great opportunities all the time, but if I haven’t worked on my skills and I don’t know how to handle that opportunity, then it’s going to be wasted.
For a long time I used to perform something and not remember it afterwards. It was a blur, because adrenalin took over. The River Thames walk is where I finally started to become more conscious of what was going on. I began to feel the adrenalin and almost learn how to control it. I don’t remember the first few steps of walking across the Thames. But as I got further out, I began to feel my surroundings, I started to hear the people. Before that day I wouldn’t really notice – I was in the zone.