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Any malaise is forgotten by the next night’s CK party at the Fasano’s rooftop pool, where Costa is surrounded by such friends as Dree Hemingway and Astrid Muñoz; family, including his sister, two nieces and both half siblings; and white-jacketed waiters proffering an endless supply of champagne and caipirinhas. “Brazil is not what you see but what you feel,” he says. “Once you spend time here—a week, two weeks—you get in the vibe. It’s really intoxicating.”
