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Me, Myself and I with a Daffodil
Pubblicato 28 ago 2020
Aggiornato 25 set 2020
Cultura
12 min
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Pubblicato 28 ago 2020
Aggiornato 25 set 2020
12 min
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On a steaming hot Saturday afternoon, I collected bits and pieces of my insecurities and burned them into a smoking blaze. The story began on a rainy Friday when I first learned from a friend about the Silk Room, the burlesque school in Shanghai. I soon found myself sitting inside a theater box for the quarterly show they put on. My live burlesque audience experience was officially initiated, never did I know that it also heralded my first ever burlesque dancing class at the “Flirting with Burlesque” workshop.
Burlesque is nevertheless not alien to me. Back when I was a secret theater geek in high school, Chicago the musical was my guilty pleasure and "All that Jazz" my jam. I remember blood rushed to my face when I first saw the “Cell Block Tango” number. An unnamed tiny creature
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