"Yes, Sammy that's your very own scab. It's a nest of dried crusty blood you can pick at. No, it usually doesn't hurt. Little specks of it might flake off, but that's normal. Isn't your body amazing?"
I can't stand that we only see the perfect, airbrushed side of ballet.
Just short of halfway through this, we get to see it without its makeup on. Backs and necks soaked so wet with sweat it's a miracle the dancers aren't dancing in a pool of it.
Why hello there. I designed these Xmas cards as a creative alternative to the fluffy-haired wise men and other old school ideas that communicate an outdated idea of what Christmas is about.
I wanted something that captured the heartbeat of what happened.