Hung out with Gen, Kathleen, and Jaclyn last Sunday and shot a flamenco show at Club Hispano. I played it safe and left the flash and multiple lenses at home and just took my trusty fifty with me. For these kinds of intimate shows, it is a bit of a faux-pas to blind the performers with flash photography and the last thing I wanted to do was draw the ire attention of the performer’s parents. Down-low and out-of-the-way was my modus operandi for this impromptu shoot.
Wasn’t too careful on my shutter speed unfortunately during the shoot and most of the shots of the fast spins and turns of the dancers turned out a bit blurred, but hopefully i’ll be able to salvage them. Live and learn I guess.
On an unrelated note, I have Spain taking the world cup in my Fifa Worldcup pool. Go La Furia Roja!
Which picture doesn’t fit? I’ll give you one guess.
Last Saturday, Toronto and Dovercourt House held a fundraiser for the Frankie Fund (or was it the Frankie headstone?) in celebration of the joy Frankie Manning left for the world. There were bake sales, raffle draws, silent auctions, performances, and taxi dancers for “rent”. Being not really useful in any multi-organizational dance coordination capacity, I volunteered to be one of the taxi dancers whom you can purchase for $3 per dance. Awkward… let me explain.
First, it’s awkward to think that someone will pay money to dance one song with anybody, let alone me. All I want to do is dance with you and I’ll happily dance with you for free. Second, what do you do as a taxi dancer while waiting for someone to hand you a ticket to indicate that they have purchased you for a dance? Awkwardly stand around and scan the room to see if anyone is coming towards you a ticket. Granted, I have epic skills when it comes to social awkwardness but this definitely was a memorable type of awkwardness.
A special shout goes to the wonderful Vicky for being so diligent in organizing all the taxi dancers and a big THANKS to all the great ladies (and one dude) who donated to the Frankie fund (or headstone?). I’ll make sure to find each and everyone who bought tickets for future dances (so you get your money’s worth).
Wherein Kevin Temple, crack dance venue reporter, makes a daring trip to Waterloo to give the scoop on their relatively new Monday night social dancing.
edit: Dancing on Monday nights in Waterloo isn’t new, but the venue/format was recently changed due to a fire at the longstanding dance venue.