There's something about ballerinas I just love. Their grace, elegance and poise which belies an intense strength and discipline, probably because I have the exact antithesis to a dancer's body. I'm all curves, softness and klutziness. Or maybe it's because my mother, despite her Venus of Willendorf pear-shape, would go to dance classes multiple times a week and bat her eyelashes at her dance instructor boyfriend while I twirled and mock-pirouetted in a practice room filled with mirrors and ballet bars creating whole schemes in my head of one day becoming a prima ballerina or champion figure skater. Yeah that's right, feel free to boycott my blog from now. It's just that my whole life I can remember choreographing dances to songs, this irresistible compulsion to dance and hum every feeling.
The Ballerina Project started in NYC as a collaboration of dance, fashion and photography against the city's backdrop.