A couple of Saturdays back, our aerial silks teacher held her second student showcase. Wife Megan being in a maternal way, she was unable to perform, but she choreographed, and I was lucky enough to be subject to her whims (and thus, you have her to blame for my provocative costuming). Along with my scene partner Jeanne Barenholtz I enacted a
Fight Club-inspired routine to the Pixies' angsty classic
Where Is My Mind?. All photos compliments Seamus Maclennan.
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| A miasma of silky warm-up. |
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| We were aiming for right-angled awkward, but this just looks flat-out weird. |
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| Just don't ask about the fabric burns. For, like, at least another week more. |
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| Don't worry - there's actually at least three layers of undies there. |
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| This is all Jeanne. |
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| This, less so. |
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| I wasn't eating chocolate. That was a jellied smear of stage blood, until my sweat took over. |
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| Our silks were not rigged that close, hence our bulging guns (OK: Jeanne's bulging guns). |