My love of dance started with ballet, around the age of 5. Of course, I couldn’t then explain why I thought it was the greatest thing after the invention of the wheel. Now, I understand that it is because I struggle with the limitations imposed by language – my feelings are such that I need all of my body, mind and soul to do them justice. Ballet allowed me to do just that.
The power of dance lies in the communication between the dancer and the audience. A good performer channels the abstract, shimmering emotions of the audience, both collectively and individually, and embodies them on stage. That is why watching a live performance feels like a moment of communion.
Below, my thoughts on all things dance.
- My favorite ballet: keepin’ it real
- Gospel music and unbirthday presents
- The Nutcracker: bougie beauty
- Gangster ballet: it’s a thing (in Russia)
- That time I blushed watching ballet
- That time I stopped being a cripple
- A little ballet with your Mozart
- The day I quit boxing, I will take up dancing 6 days a week
- Aiming for happiness
- Accepting the sexy
- Try keep up
- The missing piece
- Kuduro and ballet
- A little dancing with my Eurotrip?
- Never seen before footage of me dancing ballet
- Life coping techniques: boxing to dancing
- Kuduro cucumber
- Mirrors and space
- Solo tripcations are my new favorite thing
- Where I test out this whole “solocation vs social anxiety” concept
- Dancefloor drama
- Back to reality
- That time I didn’t go to Italy
- Curiosity killed the kizomba cat
- “Go to bed, are you hot?”
- That time I smiled
- That time I said I’d go on a diet
- Dancefloor drama, part II
- That’s Africa – have you heard of it?
- Dancefloor drama, part III: the meltdown to end all meltdowns
- That time I danced on stage
- Bougie ‘Nilla
- My Moonstruck
- The advantage of a digital trail
- 3.5 inches makes all the difference
- Kizomba is a dance of the world. Until its not.
- Coloring when color blind
- That time my life was a TLC lyric
- “Kizomba will change your life”
- Dancefloor drama, part IV: pain, adrenaline and a show
- Bread with chips
- Angolan ballet
- A beautiful pivot
- Beauty and Ginga in Paris
- Dance floor drama, part V: an irrelevant question of weight
- Parisian flashback to a Portuguese situation