Melinda Ring is trying to raise $13,000 on KickStarter so that she can stage her dance project, Forgetful Snow.
It's one of those things where it's kinda hard to tell if it's real or satire. But my gut instinct tells me it's for real. Of course, I have no knowledge of contemporary dance, so a more discerning viewer might instantly recognize this as a masterpiece.
The video is safe for work, despite the video thumbnail showing a hint of skin.
New York, Jan 24 — Because she didn't like the tango, Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish hired its most noted exponents, the Castles, to invent a denaturized form of this dance. She calls it the "Innovation." The dancers take position 12 inches away from each other, look into each other's eyes, but never touch each other during the dance. Her guests on whom it was sprung were NOT madly crazy about it.
I found a picture on wikipedia of Vernon and Irene Castle demonstrating what appears to be this No Touch Tango developed by them at Mrs. Fish's request:
At the age of 17, Mary Tyler Moore aspired to be a dancer. She started her career as "Happy Hotpoint", a tiny elf dancing on Hotpoint appliances in TV commercials during the 1950s series Ozzie and Harriet. She appeared in 39 TV commercials in five days, ultimately earning about $6,000 from her first job. Her time as "Happy Hotpoint" ended when it became difficult to conceal her pregnancy in the dancing elf costume.
At the start of her solo Ms. Mordoj stood at the back of the stage in near darkness. Holding a briefcase under her chin and dressed in a jacket, skirt and heels, she began to vocalize softly and then with increasing strength. Performing on a runwaylike strip of the stage that extended to the audience, Ms. Mordoj, her eyes bulging, stuffed an egg into her mouth — and then another and another, all the while grimacing, but keeping them down. Or so it appeared; she knows a thing or two about illusion.
As if her skin were shedding, crushed eggshells dropped to the floor. Eventually, she removed her jacket and attached two falsies to her bra while contracting and distending her belly, a feat both grotesque and stunning. At a certain point, she stopped trying to be funny — another relief — and slowly lowered herself to the floor. Bits of shells stuck to her face and chest, transforming her clown face into a spooky ritualist mask. The metamorphosis worked its magic: Ms. Mordoj held us captive.