Here, Cássio takes VHS films – of any kind, from pornography to action stories (impossible to think of more disposable images) – and he interrupts the tape when he finds a face. Then he photographs those suspended images in Polaroid. The result couldn’t be more surprising. Those faces appear endowed with a brightness of their own, from within, standing out of the dense background, almost liquid, fluorescent, that involves them. The pictures show those faces as we would never see them, as we could never see them in the films from which they were removed. Intimacy and serenity, rescued from such vulgar images. Those faces appear wrapped in the most inscrutable mystery, endowed with a strange splendor. It is as if the charm of paintings from other times had taken refuge in those common films, where the photographer surprised it.