“A Student’s Dream”: It was a common thing for medical students to reverse the ‘student/patient’ dynamic creatively (as though in a dream) where the corpses were opperating on the student.
Whoa, so I got the internship after all. Crikey! The hours are kinda long (9-6) and it’s only at minimum wage but I think I’ll learn a lot and I’ll actually be working towards something of a little more worth than, well, telling people where the Rosetta Stone is. It sure as hell beats working weekends and doing 11 hour shifts on Fridays like I used to at the BM, and I’m hardly strapped for cash living with Dave, so I’ll be ‘reet. Cool!
Plus it’s in Soho. Berwick Street, no less. Lunch-time record store shopping, here I come!
Anna May Wong and the perfect bob, 1920s
GRACE CODDINGTON - VIDAL SASSOON - DAVID MONTGOMERY - 60’s
The second interview was a bit shit so I’m cheering myself up by relearning a Rachel Brice choreography. I’m comparing my old recordings with the new and I think I’ve improved a bit.
I like these two captures; the first is during an arabic with shimmy, the second a maya with chest drops and a level change. I’m trying hard to maintain nice lines in the body throughout a movement and scrutinising stills is really helping with that, though my hands are still a little clumsy.
I’m really missing tribal fusion classes as I’m not coming across many opportunities to perform without them. Maybe it’s about time I create a solo choreography and seek out performance opportunities on my own…
Anyway, I do have another interview/assessment coming up so it’s not all bad, though it’s for a job with crappy hours that’s unlikely to lead onto anything better. Still, money’s money.
unknown photographer, a spot of december sun filtering onto the platform of victoria station, 1934
from london: portrait of a city by reuel golden; p. 164-165
NEW WOMEN IN ROCK