Plie It’s like the closest art there is to sex, Meg says as we leave New York City Center, walking north towards Central Park on New Year’s Eve. Southward, a big mess of folks stand gathered in Times Square. Police on every corner, guns huge, lines long and near-stagnant. The humming chatter of things. We’ve…

via PLIE, TENDU, DEGAGE: 3 MEDITATIONS ON DANCE — Fanzine

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