All round beauty ...

Because this blog is about people too, I want to post about a person I admire  as a dancer, and artist.

I find strangely easy to pick up a word to pin Hiba on my mind - since I haven't met her for so long - and that word is beauty. I speak of a beauty that comes from being genuine, from an sincere easiness - she is that kind of person that when she smiles at you, you feel at home - ( by all means pls be noted that she has the looks too).

It is this same dispretensious and sincerity I came to admire in her work too, as a photographer. Looking trough her work I felt an easiness, almost familiarity passing by images of people and places my eyes or feet have never touched - a direct sense of understanding ( no subtitles or intros needed). If you understand, you connect - and is this not what a image wants to convey in the end?

Tango Lives and Tango Homes are two of these wonderfull projects that tour us into the privacy of some really unique places and ultimately people, who overall are linked trough Tango. If youre not into Tango, you will probably be after you see some of these...

It is about reporting in a very particular intuitively way, the existence ( thank God) of some very unique and exciting individual points of view in Tango.

The only IF... is that she is a bit of a teaser, and only gives you a very little peak into her work and world ... but thank you for these anyway.

(Tango Lives, Tango Homes, Entangled)
Photograhy by Hiba Faisal
http://www.hibafaisal.com

  

 

The physio did not quite worked ...

After 6x weeks od physio, I am afraid to say it did not quite worked...

But ay least I got to meet someone utterly different from my background, someone who plays Polo, and which would it not have been trough the medical net I would probably would never had met ... how exotic.

I speak about my physiotherapist Peter C., to which I want to thank for all its dedication, enthusiasm and for sucessfully entertaining me over this dull, and somehow painful process.

I dont think, I ever quite encountered such a curious and energetic person ... in the medicine field I mean.

(Still intend to ask, what is your secret  ...what food supplement do you take?)

Only by looking at the photos now I have realized how small my feet are and how tainted my skin is ...

oh well, it goes with my hair ...

     

 

Big Toe bondage ....

So I got my foot toe cramped, 12 weeks ago and have been enduring since them, a painful long recovery from a very stubborn tendinitis.  How could I have guess at that sunny afternoon in SA that a pair of flip flops could have this result ... 

Lesson: Flip flops are evil ....

This is my poor little foot after a one class attempt this past Monday ... but the dancing felt great!

And to my surprise I did not forgot all due to this gap ...

Trying to conclude and trying to see the BIG picture: the fact I am not able to pursue dancing, now that I finally have the time, is starting to take a toll on me... At the moment I am falling in a grand scale to understand the strange ways of fate and why this is happening to me ...

I found myself know envying 50 year olds who are able to run smoothly trough the dance floor, I have know realized I am starting to have toe envy!

( and that sounds incredibly bad...)