I’ve always been fascinated by flamenco. Not the woman in scarlet with a rose between her lips. That cliché exists only in the tackiest of tourist shows. Rather, the living art that reaches straight into your heart without the intercession of conscious thought. How better to understand people, contrasts and culture than with an epic trip by train?
I’m working hard on the Dance Photographer of the Year competition today as it’s going to be launched next month. There will be excellent dance travel prizes, places for winners images in publications… Continue reading
The stages of a dance meme, the creative progression of thought in the development of an artwork that incorporates critics into the dance itself, masturbation and performance art, the body’s betrayal of cooperative… Continue reading
The concept behind the flamenco word Aire would be difficult to represent even if I chose to do so using flamenco shots, but I’ve decided not to do that because Sadler’s Wells Flamenco… Continue reading
The experiences I had in Huelva, during the first two days of this trip around Andalusia would have been a privilege even in times of economic plenty. Country representatives, those responsible for logistics,… Continue reading