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.
|A miasma of silky warm-up.|
|We were aiming for right-angled awkward, but this just looks flat-out weird.|
|Just don't ask about the fabric burns. For, like, at least another week more.|
|Don't worry - there's actually at least three layers of undies there.|
|This is all Jeanne.|
|This, less so.|
|I wasn't eating chocolate. That was a jellied smear of stage blood, until my sweat took over.|
|Our silks were not rigged that close, hence our bulging guns (OK: Jeanne's bulging guns).|