The weather cooperated almost suspiciously well. The usual Santa Catarina moodiness—a mix of morning fog and afternoon squalls—gave way to five uninterrupted days of 28°C (82°F) heat, low humidity, and a gentle offshore wind that kept the mosquitoes and the borrachudos (tiny biting flies) at bay. The pool was a constant hive of activity: water volleyball, aqua-zumba, and the ever-popular "float-and-chat" circles where politics, philosophy, and recipes were debated with equal passion. The festival opened on a Thursday afternoon. Unlike textile festivals where the first day is chaotic registration and people hiding in hotel rooms, BRAZIL.NATURIST.FESTIVAL.PART.6 began with the traditional Roda de Acolhimento (Welcoming Circle). First-timers—known affectionately as brotos (sprouts)—were paired with veteran naturistas for a guided tour of the grounds.
"It is more... authentic," said Jean-Paul, a 54-year-old from Lyon, France, who was painting a watercolor of the beach scene. "In European naturist centers, it is very quiet. Very orderly. Here? There is a bateria [drum line] at 11 AM. People are grilling picanha and dancing forró . And everyone is naked. It is the most joyful thing I have ever seen." Let’s be honest: food is a central pillar of any Brazilian gathering. The festival kitchen outdid itself. The standout dish was the "Naturist Moqueca" – a fish and coconut milk stew cooked in a massive panela de barro (clay pot), served with steamed rice and farofa . Eating it while seated on a sand dune, the stew warm in your belly and the salt on your skin, was a primordial experience. BRAZIL.NATURIST.FESTIVAL.PART.6
The cervejaria artesanal (craft beer tent) offered a special "Part.6 IPA"—hoppy, citrusy, and named "Despir-se" (Undress). A portion of the proceeds went to the FBrN (Brazilian Naturist Federation). The final night did not end with a rave. It ended, as it began, with a circle. Just before midnight on Monday, all 1,200 participants formed a human mandala on the main lawn. Candles (LED, for safety) were placed in the center. Standing shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, the crowd was a single, breathing organism. The weather cooperated almost suspiciously well
By Eduardo Solares | Special Correspondent for Naturist Lifestyle & Tourism The festival opened on a Thursday afternoon
"Look around," said Mariana Alencar, the festival’s artistic director for the past three editions, as she gestured toward the crowd. "Two years ago, people were still hiding behind sunglasses and towels. Today? We have a grandmother playing manchete [a Brazilian ball game] with a teenager she just met. They are laughing. The body shapes, the ages, the colors—none of it matters. That is the victory of Part.6."
has set a new standard. It proved that naturism in Brazil is not a niche fetish or a retirement-hobby. It is a vibrant, intergenerational, culturally rich movement that welcomes everyone: the young and the old, the thin and the curvy, the tattooed and the scarred.
Because once you have experienced the magic of a Brazilian naturist festival, wearing a swimsuit to the beach feels like wearing a straightjacket to a party.