Alina Somova rehearsing Wayne McGregor’s “Infra” with Vladimir Shklyarov laying on the floor in the background
via Alina’s instagram, photo by Svetlana Avvakum
You fucked up you seriously fucked up.
The Central Nervous System, containing the brain and spinal cord.
This is who you are.
This makes me uncomfortable.
Just like before
The only way out was to stare it dead in the eye
This was the catalyst in the series that brought me to my knees; I raised my head to the sky and I noticed that all I could identify with was love. That I could feel such a way and why, as despicable as we are. This was given to me by something much bigger than you and I.
Rejoice, this is most beautiful.
They will see you and try to stand on you, they will try to shorten you. As if this were even possible but many who are small envy those of great magnitude. Seems they would want to maintain a position on some type of higher plane, to hold claim to a superiority of sorts.
But…look at you.
I’m running in my own lane. Not trying or able to encroach upon your space, the beauty of the release executed with grace…
I do not need permission to rise.
They look like they’re in a heist movie with Rihanna as the tough-as-nails leader/master thief and Lupita as the genius computer hacker
How turbulent we can be