If only…
…I had a real camera with me that night.
Instead, I only had my craptastic cell phone on me, so I had to make do.
It would have been a nice one, though, don’t you think?
It’s interesting to see how Argentine milongueros adjust to the cultural difference in milongas outside of Buenos Aires. I’ve always wondered if they found the absence of cabeceo uncomfortable, or weird, or annoying, or brutish, or…
In any case, Tete had no qualms about walking straight up to my friend (a lovely statuesque New Yorker tanguera), tapping her on the shoulder, and wisking her away from under our noses. Another friend and I, who were standing and speaking with her on the other side of the room, gave a little gasp when we realized he had walked over.
I wish you could have seen her smile as she danced. I think you can see her joy embedded in the tiny pixels of this crappy cell-phone picture.
It seems like he opens up a lot more outside of Buenos Aires.
In Buenos Aires, he won’t dance with anybody except his friends. But someday I will dance with that man, I’m determined!
tina! come visit new york! :-D