“Complexo” main titles

Finally got around to finish my director’s cut.

http://www.vimeo.com/10064351

Main title sequence for “Complexo” feature documentary, a film about the biggest and most dangerous slum in Brazil.
Shot on a Sony HD-SR11, with an old floor rug, smoke, a lightbox and some matches.
Director’s cut music by: Antonio Pinto – “By Air”

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