A BIG jump to Tango@SPITALFIELDS - London

Some photos of Tango@Spitalfields this weekend -  was TOO HOT -  so I preferred to take photos instead. The muses were Hiba + Rene (my teachers) +  a mysterious styled girl.

Sometimes watching is way better than dancing ^^

feet syncronicity

where is Hiba (?)

THE embrace

Rene - got caught (!) ^^

and them the bags stopped the music

Entangles: bags versus music - 1

working (?)

Entangles: bags versus music - 2

                                                                 the BAGS must go (!)

                                                         Entangles: bags versus music - 3

victory - music wins (!)

Entangles: bags versus music - 4

the virgin lookalike girl in white stocks + red skirt + chinese top + white hair + lots of hair

who is she (?) - 1

here she is  + the EXOTIC taste of BRITISH MEN

(really strong hair)

who is she (?) - 2

He is REALLY fascinated - so was I (!)

who is she (?) - 3

I follow 

NEVER to LATE to DANCE

(backstage bus action)

and  moi -  doing a forward ocho (?) (!)

the other day@ Regents Park

There is something to learn here ...

So, despite many of  my blessings and the genuine, warm welcoming support of some really nice and talented people ... I am still not enjoying Milongas ...

It is kinda off pushing me against the wall  making me question on sensitive personal ground ...

The first thoughts are ,well just stop going ... why would you spend time in places you dont relate to
 ( especially with good weather on the doorstep and a new exciting range of extravagant, wild friends...)

The point is, striking,  that there is somehow the screaming believe that it was no coincidence I have decided one year ago to pursue Tango instead of developing my flamenco ... that there is in fact something here to LEARN...

The promise that there is something to learn here ...

The wall flower phase ...

After a 3 month gap, due to my foot injury ... I could not wait to get back to dancing again.
But the coming back was a bit least warm than I have wished for...
Recently, I have read a tango blog where  the author refers to the term "wallflower"  related to (female) dancers in Milongas. She claims that at some early stage all followers had to be submitted to this kind off gentle torture, while one weaves up into the complex (somehow disturbing- I find) Milonga social/hierarchy net.

I am in no doubt going trough a wallflower phase... I dont enjoy it, I dont understand it, but I will endure it ( even if it takes me scarifying my out friday nights with friends to sit in boredom, motionless, watching other people dance)... if there is one thing I know about myself, is that I am stubborn, really stubborn...

I have been explained several times, that this is the way it is .... to be patient, that it takes time ... on one side Tango is this wonderful, intoxicating movement perfume  you want to embrace, pursue, follow right away and on the other hand it is this old, rigid, irascible old man wrinkled face, a tight knot of rules, who has been dictating behavior (and perhaps who knows life's...) since god knows when...

I wonder if wallflowers and cliques are really essential ... maybe they are, maybe they are not... I will discover tough, eventually... meanwhile,  cant we not just dance?

I want to finish this post by thanking once again, my supportive teachers, who kindly and patiently, keep on wisely advising me and inspiring me...



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M-I-L-O-N-G-A-S

Milongas...
Here we go, and face the beast.

I was just asking myself why do I do it?

Yes, why do I travel in the night to some remote place 1.30m away from my flat, sit in boredom for 2 hours or so, waiting for some weird man to come and ask me to dance?

And further more, why am I so decided to keep on doing it?

It is the game of the follower, of waiting ... and I am determined to play it right, at least once in my life.

I keep on doing it because I love dancing... thats why.

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...)