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dalekboy ([personal profile] dalekboy) wrote2007-07-11 08:24 pm

Awesome

As you are by now all aware, I usually put pictures behind cuts, but this one is a small file size and, well, is even more amazingly cool when you read the story behind it.

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"Valued Exposure: 17 year old Bianca Passarge of Hamburg dresses up as a cat, complete with furry tail and dances on wine bottles, June 1958. Her performance was based on a dream and she practiced for eight hours every day in order to perfect her dance. Photo: Carlo Polito/BIPs/Getty Images"

Something like this just lifts my entire day. I really would like to have seen her dance.

[identity profile] mireille21.livejournal.com 2007-07-11 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. I don't think my cat would be that graceful. And of course we all know about your (not quite so) secret fetish for women in catsuits.

[identity profile] mynxii.livejournal.com 2007-07-11 11:26 am (UTC)(link)
That's just incredible - I too would have loved to see her dance...

[identity profile] rendragon.livejournal.com 2007-07-11 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Brings to mind something one might see as part of a Cirque du Solieil performance.

[identity profile] swirlability.livejournal.com 2007-07-12 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Wherever did you find this? You'd really want to trust in the structural integrity of those bottles or it could end an awful mess.

[identity profile] dalekboy.livejournal.com 2007-07-12 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
I haven't been up to writing/reading for a few days (sick, tired, generally blah) so I've been looking around picture sites, doing searches on Google image search etc. I've now got a bunch of Russian folks on my friends list who regularly post pics - this was one of them.

Went searching for more info and found the write-up. And yes, you'd want very good bottles and a stable place to stand them.

I love that she was inspired by a dream. I don't tend to remember my dreams.

[identity profile] drhoz.livejournal.com 2007-07-12 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
the pessimist in me is picturing what will happen when one of the bottles breaks.