pelourinho, it's worth pointing out, gets its name from the whipping post. in brazil, pelourinho, had been forgotten. but of course, the neighborhood had its charms. if you were an artist, a musician, a writer, you could afford to live here. cheap rent for long time locals, or shiny new art galleries and hipster cafes. we know which way the current of history runs. ♪ ♪ >> anthony: here though, one man stands alone. jayme figura. a poet, sculptor, painter, musician. now perhaps his own greatest artistic creation. he's chosen to hide his face from view. and to stand in opposition. an eyesore, a rebuke -- a defiant, gwar-like embarrassment to the occupiers. as he dresses now, this is for protection but, as i understand, also protest? >> carlos: it's a kind of protest, but also protection. you know? >> carlos: it's a kind of protest, but also protection. you know? >> anthony: who's the enemy? >> anthony: everyone. >> carlos: you see faces but not see heart. yeah. >> anthony: how long have, uh, you been wearing the armor? how long? >> carlos: 46 years. >> anthony