The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.
Mata Hari.
Dancing intoxicates.
It has that righteousness to genuinely change your mood.
Uncertainties disappear & the stress of daily life fades away through the sound of music.
Emotional expression.
No need to think, no need to pursue.
Just move.
Music dominates & the dance obeys.
The human body in motion.
Poetic.
Dancing simply makes you happy. I think it is the most liberating form of art connecting you to others.
Social bonding, companionship.
Peace of mind.
Unlike myself, Italians are great dancers.
From a young age music & dance is part of their upbringing; they are passionate & flamboyant which evolves even more when they hit the dance floor.
No boundaries.
It doesn’t matter where or on what occasion, whether it’s at a romantic candle lit wedding or in someone’s neon lit kitchen, Italians bust a move.
Where there is music there is dance.
In my early days in Italy their joie de vivre repeatedly called for entertaining yet embarrassing highlights on Italian dance floors, not being able to keep step with their ludicrous line dances & sleek, often dashing, Mediterranean rhythm.
Dancing queen of the eighties.
Elaine Benes to the Italians.
It doesn’t matter.
In a world where hatred, aggression & preposterous crimes against humanity are taking over we should all dance.
Let the music play on.
I took these pictures of Margarita at her graduating party. She danced like there was no tomorrow.
Her moves tell words & her words tell a story.
Hair by BH Salon & Mash Up Haircare
NM Photography 