Coincidentally, my visit to Sao Paulo happened at the same time as the city's biennial modern art exhibition.
For three months, the show fills a giant expo center at the city's largest park. It is so full of stuff that one would need three or four days to get a good sense of it. My friend and I opted for one of the tours that starts every thirty minutes.
Between an exhibit of a guy who took a picture of himself every hour for an entire year, a display of mattresses and sounds from one of Sao Paulo's orphanages, and an exhibit where a guy took a Polaroid of his own bowel movement was the single greatest piece of art I have ever seen.
A photographer stood on a street corner in Shanghai on Oct. 1, 2005 between 10:50 and 12:30 and took pictures of people walking down the street with their shirts rolled up. He then put those pictures in a frame and produced magic.
You could walk down any street on the Ecuadorian coast between 4:00 and 4:15 and do the same thing. The challenge would actually be to find enough guys who still have their shirts on.
He included that frame in a display of hundreds of frames and submitted it to the Bienal Art Show. Each one of the frames says where the photographer was and what time of day. There is a common theme in each frame.
This was shot in Amsterdam in the span of two hours.
Maybe I exaggerated a bit on the greatness of the rolled-up shirt photo. It's difficult for me to think of all the art I've ever seen. So I'll be cautious on this one and place the photo in the top ten.