This is the second of 3 pieces about my time as a student in New York City (the first one is here, and the third is here). An artist’s path is strange and beautiful, vibrating with its own intelligence and insight that can’t be forced, only received. In the Spring of 1993 I am climbing up the grimy subway steps in Times Square with my friend Marie*, a fellow Canadian, and one of few others in our theater school. We’re on our way to the Capezio flagship store on Broadway. New York is emerging from last month’s massive snowstorm and trees are cautiously blossomy, but Marie and I are still wearing our winter coats, although hers is unzipped and flapping. She is from Montreal and cold doesn't phase her, whereas I am from Vancouver and lose my shit anytime the temp drops below 40. We’re aimed at Capezio because I recently learned Marie’s method for wearing skirts in winter, which is two pairs of tights, colors layered over flesh tones, and I want to buy the same brand she uses. I’m also bringing my tap shoes for an adjustment because the straps are feeling loosey-goosey, something that I’ve been warned about by our dance teachers. Your straps should be tight and your taps should be loose, that’s how you get maximum sound on the floor.
Alicia, so glad that Oldster connected me with your blog. Such a joy to catch up on your adventures since we lost touch after high school, and your writing is a revelation. Your early 90s posts are taking me right back. xoxo Sarah
How cool we have that in common! I think it was a unique time and place, maybe the last of its kind. BTW we at AMDA went to see some of the NYU shows and they blew us away.
Alicia, so glad that Oldster connected me with your blog. Such a joy to catch up on your adventures since we lost touch after high school, and your writing is a revelation. Your early 90s posts are taking me right back. xoxo Sarah
Hi, Sarah, great to hear from you! Love to catch up if you're inclined. Send me a direct email: alicia@aliciadara.com
How cool we have that in common! I think it was a unique time and place, maybe the last of its kind. BTW we at AMDA went to see some of the NYU shows and they blew us away.