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The sap falls and the bear sleeps and the birds fly south, all doing it together, not because they are all members of the same thing, but only because they are all solitary things hurt by the same thing.
Theodore Sturgeon, “More than Human”
Official NYC Lumberjack Party at Junior’s in Brooklyn. Over 40 Lumberjacks showed up. Thanks to Junior’s for being so fantastic and having the best breakfast (and drinks and cheesecake and mozzarella strips and oh man I ate too much) in town!
Lumberjack Day. A most excellent holiday. We had a mighty potlatch. That's me in the yellow beard.
Askew: September 11th is always a powerful day. I'm a native New Yorker, and I was here on 9/11 of 2001, watching from the Brooklyn Promenade as the dust cloud obscured lower Manhattan after the towers fell. Paper danced at the edges of the dark, pulpy cloud.
I've been shooting the Tribute in Light memorial for seven years now. At first it was a way of walking through my grief, marking it off in steps, snatching at moments of beauty on the most difficult of days. The annual photo walk was a healing thing, and it has worked: this year, at last, I was able to watch the lights as part of a New York year, without an immediacy of pain. For the first time in a long time, the anniversary did not bring tears.
These are the lights from 2008, when I walked up along West Street and shot them close.
A New Hope (9/11 Tribute in Light): The 2010 Tribute in Light memorial, seen from the Brooklyn waterfront. Remembering.
Door to Door: Crowds flow through the Middle Gate of the Topkapı Palace in Istanbul.
The Clown That Roared: Some people will tell you there's always a scary side to a clown, and the truth is that discomfort is part of the clowny arsenal.
New York's boylesque wonder Tigger! (the exclamation point is silent, if ever-present) is fertile clown ground, then. His reluctant, humiliated, mortified honker would rather be anywhere than on stage, and with each step along his fumbling strip-tease he howls in shame and horror. Oh, the humanity! Finally he's bare down to the Little Clown, and discovering to his even deeper shame that this is sort of fun after all.
First shots of GOOD IDEA/BAD IDEA by Linus Gelber. Did you take photos? Let us know! We’d love to see them!
Sweet Child: I was sorry to miss the last Original Cyn Burlesque one Monday early this month. I'm not sure what they'll do every other Monday night at the Lucky 13 Saloon from now on, but surely it won't be the same.
Original Cyn was the stomping ground of Miss Mary Cyn (pictured above), who ran it for six years. All things have their days, I guess. Monday isn't a great night for me to be out kicking around in the Slope, and so I didn't go very often, but I'm glad I made it out there once in a while.
From the Mouths of Sharks: Happy Shark Week!
Air Dancing: Very fond of aerialists, am I. This is Dana Abrassart, a Brooklyn-based performer who performs locally and abroad and at some of the parties in my circles. This was taken at the 2011 Lost Circus, thrown by the Gemini & Scorpio party people; this year's Lost Circus comes up this weekend.
Sarina in Red: I know my friend Tess from a local Cobble Hill café I frequent, and when she acted in a show this past spring I was pleased that I could make it.
The piece, Flash Flash Bang Boom, is an ensemble play about Love and its Discontents, always a hot topic of my own. It introduces and follows three young couples who hook up one night in a welter of music and clubbing.
One couple is quick to love and disclose (Tess was the girl in that one); one is fiery and wanton and well aware of borders and boundaries; one is awkward, uncertain, and skittish. They end up in different places. Or do they?
After the show I went out for drinks with the cast, and before I knew it we had set up a photo call for the next afternoon.
Claire Tyers plays Sarina; you get to guess which couple she's in.
Chris McDaniel and the Rope Tricks: Performing cowboy Chris McDaniel goes through spates of New York performances. When he's not roping and doing whip tricks here and there across the New York burlesque scene, he's off performing elsewhere - his last jaunt was an extended stay in Europe, where they probably love cowboys even more than we do.
This shot is from a snug dark room in the basement of Casa Mezcal on the Lower East Side, where The Slipper Room in Exile performances take place on Thursday nights.
Honesty hangs, largely unnoticed, on a fence along the street in Davis Square.
Briana in Egypt: Last week I posted a picture of Briana Bluebell posing at a Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art life-drawing session, shot when I was visiting Sydney in 2009.
Today Briana is the current reigning Miss Burlesque Australia; here she is performing in this year's opening night program at the annual Burlesque Hall of Fame Weekend convention in Las Vegas. The motif is Egyptian; two muscled attendants carry her to the stage in a litter, and by the end of her act she is drenched in golden glitter.
Dr. Sketchy's, Down Under: When I visited Sydney a couple of years ago, the only burlesque event taking place during my stay was a Dr. Sketchy's session in the Arthouse Hotel. I called ahead and got permission to shoot - Dr. Sketchy is a life-drawing event, and not the venue for an unapproved camera - and headed in for the evening, with my brother in tow.
One of our models that night was Briana Bluebell, who has blossomed wonderfully in the years since - she was crowned Miss Burlesque Australia in 2012, and travels widely with her performances.
The Mermaids and the NYPD: As the Coney Island Mermaid Parade makes its turn off Surf Avenue, past the Cyclone and toward the Boardwalk, the police are set up to keep the parade ruly and to allow pedestrians to cross the street with a minimum of fuss. It's a great improvement over years past, and the cops are present without being bullying - far too rare, these sorry days.
The gleeful girls of Mermageddon, a dancing costume-coordinated mermaid herd, approach the white-shirt supervisor and ask if they can take a picture with him. He demurs, and is just starting to walk away when one of the prettiest instigators leaps into his arms. The rest of the group follows suit. We've all had a rough year with NYPD, and it's nice to see them being just folks, for once.
Cleo and the Farfalla of Many Colors: Cleo Viper (her site is in English and Italian) performs as a gorgeous butterfly at this year's Burlesque Hall of Fame conference in Las Vegas.
