keep on dancing

Just a short post after assembling the Saturday outfit for late November that will involve a walk in rural New Hampshire with a friend. 

The reason why these photos are so blurry is because they are screen shots from a slow-mo video I made of myself dancing. These slow-mo videos have become an occasional creative outlet to help me cope with the loneliness of dancing alone during the pandemic. 

I love to dance and I also like to watch other people dance. One of my favorite films is the Pina Bausch documentary that I saw with 3-D glasses in a Parisian movie theater. The whole experience was memorable, because the movie theater was in the Lucernaire on the long and winding rue Notre-Dame des Champs in the 6th. 

Now we can watch movies only by streaming them, which is great, but not at all the same as being in a movie theater and watching them on a big screen. 

I remember seeing "Stranger than Paradise" on the big screen back when it came out in 1984, and I remember laughing when the characters finally saw Lake Erie because it was so bleak. Watching it again last night on the small screen was a completely different experience, and that Lake Erie scene was anti-climactic. 

Meanwhile, back in the present tense reality of another day during another week during another month of pandemic, quarantine, isolation, and general ennui, I go "shopping" in my closet and find the dress I bought in Brooklyn on a very different fall Saturday, in the times when we could walk around and explore the farmers' market, the stoop sales and the flea markets. Two English women in Clinton Hill were selling perfectly good clothes from my favorite French brands outside their brownstone, and I picked up the dress for $10. 

The cardigan comes from a charity shop in Primrose Hill, London. Another memory of another time when traveling was no big deal. How I appreciate now that freedom and that privilege!