Back in Toronto I was part of a loose collective called Random Steps, mostly comprising of professional ballet dancers with an affinity for shitty dance music (and hallucinogens), who would create mini-flash mobs in the middle of open public spaces like mall atriums or metro passageways and perform improvised dance routines to Paul Van Dyk.
As an homage to Random Steps, or perhaps out of sheer creative boredom, below for your awe and inspiration are some cleverly timed photos of me jumping around the office while not at all high on anything, I swear mom:
Good fun. Now imagine I was jumping around in the nude and this was actually shot on a Holga; Ryan McGinley would shit himself, right? Ha.
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you're wonderful as always!
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