João’s face turns red. “The strap! The strap is digging into my rib!”

Brazil Stomach Sitting – Flip Flop Fiasco (Extended Version)

Tourist (waking up): “Is this… a ritual?”

“You’ve seen stomach sitting in circus acts. You’ve seen flip-flops in every Brazilian souvenir shop. But have you ever seen… Brazil stomach sitting – flip flop style? No? Buckle up, porque isso vai ser louco!”

João lying on the sand, staring at the sky. “Why didn’t I just do crunches?” Carla hands him a flip-flop full of ice cream. “Because this is art, João. Art.”

A tanned, athletic guy (João) lying on his back on a large yoga mat near the shoreline. Another person (Carla) is about to sit on his stomach — but instead of a regular sit, she’s holding a bright green flip-flop in each hand.

Vendor: “Obrigado!” (continues selling grilled cheese on a stick)

Carla leaps off. João sits up, stomach imprinted with the text “Havaianas Brasil.” He shows the camera: the logo is perfectly stamped in sweat on his skin.

She lifts her legs, extending them forward. Now she’s balanced entirely on his stomach, using the flip-flops as tiny “stabilizers.” One flip-flop slips.