Joan Rivers would host it, but she’s got a date with a botox needle. So you’re stuck with me.
This past monday, I headed over to the Chelsea Pier to cover the International Center of Photography’s 26th Infinity Awards. It was a mix between a celebratory dinner/ fundraiser (non-invitees had to pay roughly 700 bucks for a ticket)
Some of the artists were truly amazing, especially Peter Magubane- a South African who documented many political events for which he was interrogated, jailed, beaten and hospitalized, and banned from jobs. He told one fascinating story about how he once hid his camera in a loaf of bread to shoot in secret.
Here’s my point: yay for photography. Where are the dance awards?
Yes, there are dance competitions on t.v. Yes, there are olympic-like competitions like the International Ballet Competition and the Youth Grand Prix. But the dancers have to register, travel and perform there. No one asks George Clooney to deliver a monologue at the oscars to get his trophy. The past work speaks for itself.
The National Dance Awards are a great tradition existing in the U.K. A tradition that, in the unbelievably long history of dance, has occurred for ten years. I find this odd when dance has existed since the dawn of time (I bet the dinosaurs busted out a jog every once in a while) when the event that I covered relies on the camera, a newer technology, and this award ceremony is now in it’s 26th year!
So here’s what I’m thinking: We need an oscars for dancers- something that will rely on nominations from a panel of experts (or my friends that know dance that I will bug) and votes from the public to drum up more interest in the wonderful art of dance, and how dance is combined in multi-media ways (dance= photography, fashion, sculpture, etc)
In the next few days, I will come up with the categories for nomination, including links to works.
Step two will be getting my judges to vote on nominees.
Step three, once these potential winners are posted, will be voting. Winners will be announced June 29th, the day before my birthday (but I won’t say how old. I’m Forever 21!) Consider it your b-day present to me to vote on your choices for the winners, unless you are my parents, and then I still expect a pony.
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