As I watched the bodies in space mimicking cells, dividing and coming together over and over again, all I could think was that ADF was too great of a place to be brought down by a few negative forces. It was all going to be alright.
I’m going to get my ass in a studio on of these days to start choreographing a new solo. It’s been too long.
The faculty piece I’m in. We had a long talk today about the fact that we get completely nude (or as I like to call it in my super adult maturity, “butt naked!”) I’m game. The excerpts don’t do the whole piece justice.
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But really. At times it’s wonderful to wallow in your melancholy, but there comes a point where you have to stand back from yourself and think — what the good fuck am I doing. So get out of bed. Open a window. Smile at the neighbors getting their mail in their bathrobes. Put on your pretty lips and your favorite dress and go for a walk and pick a flower for yourself on the way home. Go...
Today I was sucked into yet another tumblr celebrity black hole. I spent several hours reading up on Felice Fawn, an amateur model who has been accused of triggering girls with eating disorders. She is just another one in a string of women who I’ve become fascinated or maybe slightly oddly obsessed with. Others include Kitty Pryde, recent new rapper of the single “OK Cupid”...
ADF has been amazing thus far. I’m working...