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D3.3.1
synergy
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About two summers ago, a boy in a
desperate dilemma called a girl he didn't know, because he needed
someone to listen to him. He chose her, for some instinctive reason,
he knew he could trust and depend on her.
Sensing this, the
girl vowed that she would never let this boy down ever. She would
always do her best to help him, love him and inspire him. She
believed in him because he believed in her.
Now, both of
these children loved to dance and to 'feel it' -- feel the energy of
the rhythm flow through them. And, oddly enough, even before they
came together they knew the place.
In between 10th and 11th, off'a 27th street. It
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One weekend the boy had really had it and needed to
get away.
He needed to feel what life was all about,
he needed to 'feel it.' He called the girl and made her agree
to go to New York with him for what the two would later dub a
'free-spirited pussy weekend'.
When they got to factory, they were both in their own
ways set free.
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When the music stopped that
night, or maybe it was a few factories later, a queen stamped
his feet and yelled, 'Lovebreak, Bitch!" at Junior, the DJ.
This child was not ready to go. He still needed to dance, to
'feel it'. Others joined in with the stomping and the
catcalls.
Junior gave them their eighteen dollars
worth and threw on Lovebreak.
I can't really explain
what happened, but people broke lose. All around the floor,
people ran the runway, kicked their feet high and spun. Some
stranger picked the girl up and spun her upside down. There
was no shade and when all the children left the factory that
morning, they sang and danced as they bounded down the streets
of Manhattan out to the pier.
The girl could feel the
rhythm of the city in tune with her mind and her body. On that
floor, through Lovebreak, she had broken through. All the love
that was in her broke through and she finally let it out: She
was white, she was female; she was poor; she was trash and she
was proud. From that day forward, she saw the world
differently -- positively. There was no where for her to go
but up. |
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I can't
speak for the boy, but something similar happened because he
had the same glow, the same inner strength.
Upon
returning to Boston, they had to return to their 'real lives.'
The girl however, was determined to retain her identity, an
identity she had fought her body for through eight hours of
hard dancing.
In addition to their classes, the boy
had to work the door at a club on Lansdowne known as Axis
Tuesdays. If you have ever worked at a club, you know what I
mean when I say -- it can get really boring.
To help him
enjoy the nights he had to work, the girl would doll herself
up in high club gear and skate on down to the club.
To
remind him of their factory weekend, she yelled at Darren, the
DJ, when the music stopped, "Lovebreak, Bitch, and stomped her
foot. The boy laughed and made the DJ put the music back on
quietly. He encouraged the girl to go out and dance.
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For him, she
did.
For herself, she did.
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The
vogue queens in the corner saw this and joined in.
The next week the DJ brought Lovebreak. The boy began encouraging
everyone to go out there and do whatever it was in that was
in them to do.
About a month into this, the manager gave him a microphone and
a raise. With a Harper's Bazaar in his hand, he started yelling
the names of clothing labels commanding all different kinds
of people to twirl their best improv on his make believe catwal.
He was all about sharing this extremely positive feeling the
two of them found with all kinds of people. |
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Eventually,
time passed and things, of course changed.
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The boy moved to New York and the girl stopped going.
Her life had become hectic enough without all that.
Just recently, I returned to Axis Tuesday. I couldn't sleep
and I wanted to get dressed up and go raise some hell. I admit,
I was having a great time that night until the runway thing
occurred.
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As the weekly event had became so popular, actually drawing
the likes of celebs and passing rock stars - they had to find
someone to take over. But I noted something so wrong about
the vibe as the night progressed. That is why I am writing
this.
The new person doing the calling actually came out and pushed
people off the floor to make room for himself.
Granted these guys weren't the most coordinated, drunk European
boys, but they were out there. They were trying to let loose
and they were having fun.
This bothered me very much because the runway we created was
for everybody. It was meant to get everyone out on that dancefloor
on a Tuesday night - so maybe, just maybe, each and every
person who attended would be able to go home feeling like
they had actually been somewhere and done something.
Not everyone
can walk the best, or look the best or be the best. That's
impossible. People can only be themselves and that's what
its all about.
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That night those people weren't allowed to be themselves because
someone had to prove that they were the best and they were more
worthy of the spotlight. I don't think those boys will be so
eager to put themselves out in the open like that again because
someone had to 'put them in there place'. It truly was a misery.
What do people think prejudice is anyway? |
I was ashamed that I had
ever had anything to do with it. That type of repression is not
what I'm about. I called Andre and Girlina today and asked them
to remind me what runway was all about so I could remind myself
and those who care to know: runway is really positive visual effect.
the positive energy inside everyone, all types, coming out through
what you do. it is what is inside coming out to play. --Andre Michel:
art director D3.3.4 i've said this before and i'll say it again:
attitude is for the insecure. When I go out to play, I want everyone,
especially those I don't know, to have fun along with me. I thrive
from their energy. Trixi gave me the word for that shared bonding
of positive energy: it's called synergy. runway is synergy. -- Miss
Tonya Knudsen: writer and visionary D3.4.1
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