It’s a cold and rainy day in New York City. Every trashcan that you pass has at least one broken umbrella in it, ruined by the gusting wind. As I was getting my morning coffee at Juilliard, the cashier looked at my dripping coat and asked, “where’s your umbrella?” I responded with, “in a trashcan at 65th and Broadway.”
Being surrounded by performing artists at Lincoln Center has its little joys, though. As I was walking across the plaza this morning, there was a woman walking in front of me with a brightly patterned umbrella and striking rubber boots. Halfway across the plaza, a sudden gust of wind caught her umbrella and turned it inside out. Without breaking stride, the woman performed a graceful pirouette that popped the umbrella back into shape. It was sublime.
The photograph is from Nijinsky Through A Window a piece about the Ballets Russes dancer Vaslav Nijinsky.
