Friday, December 26, 2008

danza el domingo

dance class 12-1pm
every sunday thus far until the bicycle takes me back to LA.

contemporary movements. shakes+steps+ballet+jazz+africa+canada+israel+a little bit of me heart.
@Casa Blues: Dr. Navarro Calle, #20: St Christobal de las Casas, Chiapas MEXICO

come play. 25 pesos.

Monday, December 1, 2008

today is a nice day.

i like hearts.
i like to teach.
i like eating pancakes. even when it's not sunday.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Monday December 1st

dance. yes!

i teach, we move. you learn, i learn, we makie nice moves a prayer.
3141 Glendale Blvd. Atwater Village (Silverlake Adj) 90039
@ the HEARTBEAT HOUSE dance studio
yes again.

it could get illegal. smile.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

and then...

i will be making a sneak peek in this show...10ish. and it's super local! yay.

1930 Echo Park Blvd
angels and lost boyz. CA. 90026

lot's o bands. starts at nine. just up the street from Chango Cafe.


[people makie arta----------------we makie moves around d'art-----------------------------------da?]

Saturday, November 1, 2008



2000 hyperion ave, silverlake, ca 90027 @ The Goldbear Acedemy
3 bands+ME all mixed in. yay!
$12 @ door. $8 if you are monsterous.

see you! and happy dia de los muertos! eve.
yes yes yes.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

sea change

photo by todd weaver...eyes of the prada badger...

Monday, September 22, 2008

Mustaches Tonight

come out tonight and see a piece I choreographed with some incredible dancers. it's a late one so take a disco nap and head downtown. it's monday. what could be better?

La Cita: 336 S. Hil Street (@4th)
$5 all night, 10pm-2am

Monday, September 1, 2008

choreography wORkshop Sept 2nd

what happens when you mix movement, music, history, sex, body parts, shapes, and shock in one giant bowl?
come find out.


Monday, August 11, 2008

Saturday August 16.

mecca makes movement
we dance it.
come see...

tiMe to tiMe

Jasmine Albuquerque is a freelance choreographer, dancer and teacher. In 2004 she worked under the direction of Netherlands Dance Theater's Artistic Director Glen Edgerton and created the duet bike piece Gabrilla's Ballistic performed at the Unknown Theater in Hollywood. Her work thrives on abstraction while challenging the contemporary scene. She moves from a central point of imagery while incorporating elements of humor, history and magical surrealism. Graduating from UCLA with a degree in History, choreography became her way of translating all she had learned, a map of juxtaposition and contradiction, exploring places rot in authority and fleeting moments of insecurity. Her other work has been seen at Diavalo Dance Space and for the monthly psycho dance show Fingered. She has danced with companies such as Hysterica and Collage Dance Theater and with musical talent including We Are the World, Hazm, and Hecuba in various venues around Los Angeles
such as the Hammer Museum, the Ford Amphitheater, The Orpheum, Pioneer Town and a laundromat on Sunset and Vine. She has choreographed music videos under the direction of Jennifer Tzar for Bob Wayne and danced in videos for Beck, Ingrid Michaelson, and You Will Know Us By the Trail of the Dead. Today she continues creating movement, picking up pieces of the city for inspiration while collaborating and working with choreographers such as Ryan Heffington and Mecca Andrews. Currently she teaches Contemporary Ballet and Dance for Non Dancers at a local studio in Silverlake. Her classes are a quirky combination of technique, musicality, placement, balance, playing with gravity and creating images through motion.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

time to fall

"I have a photo Philippe Halsman took of me in which i am doing a backfall, lit by a strobe light...One woman came backstage after the premiere and and said, 'How unrealistic to fall backward in a black evening gown. I would never do it.' I answered, 'Neither would I. But haven't you ever been in a room where someone you loved, who no longer loved you, walked in, and your heart fell to the floor?'"
-Martha Graham

Saturday, August 2, 2008

august aBust

i will be teaching a choreography workshop at the end of the month at TELIC in chinatown.

check it:

bring a friend. or two!

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Last Updated July 28th, 2012

photo by Eliot Hazel

Time's Crutch

Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones but Crutches Never Hurt Me
A Mini Review of "Body Remix, Goldberg Variations"

I once thought of dance performance as a place of meditation. It was my third year of college and i had just seen a show at the Getty that seemed to do nothing but clear room for thought. Maire Chouinard and her dance film Body Remix, Goldberg Variations had just the opposite effect. In fact, i found myself unable to relax, perplexed by its beautifully grotesque complexity. I've been a fan of Compagnie Marie Chouinard since i first saw her in Budapest where i had been living in 2003. She blew me away, quivering in my seat after an hour and a half of gyrating movements, e animalistic and overtly sexual choreography. However, this time around the experience was quite different. On the surface level, the piece seems to question the issue of disability and the challenges of physical handicap. Of course, when perfectly fit and exceptional dancers run around in wheelchairs and crutches, creating movement difficult enough without prosthetics or point shoes, it seems that the finger is pointed back at the audience. Are the tools of disability being used to explore the relationship between movement and hadicap or inadvertently take them to a new dimension, replacing the sub with super? In a way, it reminded me of the Lyon Ballet where an entire ballet company did an hour length piece in fat suits, a mind fuck to say the least. In Body Remix, the challenge is more getting used to the fact that what appears to be an examination of disability is really of reinvention of impairment. Instead of causing immobility or disadvantage, each prop, whether a crutch or point shoe, takes the body to a new level, adding a mechanical element that, as the title implies, remixes the limitations of two legs, two arms, and a spine. Unlike the usual animalistic movements of Chouinard's work, the choreography was more human, almost alien, than anything else. Poles protruding from the mouth or spine, belly or pelvis become a sort of third arm, an out of context artistic statement of man as art meets man as machine. On a purely aesthetic level it was a mathematician's wet dream, a sort of visual orgasm of the geometrically obsessed. For a moment i was convinced she had tapped into the choreographers trap of body as beautiful: here is the body in its most perfect form. But the more i watched, the less convinced i was of a purely aesthetic examination. There was innovation and contradiction that went beyond any presentation of perfection. It was not a piece of subconsciousness or surrealism but a hyper-electric invasion of thought; a bedroom of existence in the middle of the freeway. i could not contemplate or loose myself in this piece, there was hardly room to take it in. The usual playfulness of Chouinard's work was replaced by stomping sexuality, whether it was a man with a pole attached to this penis, ecstatically banging it against another pole for a minute or a couple on strings attached to the ceiling, coupling and contorting in positions that made kamasutra look easy. And then suddenly all the heaviness and intensity, the poles and the crutches, the butt fucking and mind blowing is lifted, literally in the air, where all we are left with is a single dangling dancer, a yellow glowing background and wheelchairs hanging from strings like some sort of angelic graveyard of the impaired. As a dancer myself, i try not to search for meaning in movement. Powerful choreography creates commanding images. In body Remix, I found myself alone in the midst of these images, no meditation or room for thought, just an empty wheelchair where movement had once been.

Monday, May 19, 2008

coming soon

in late april

i dreamt of an empty swimming pool in front of the ocean where wild horses ran into the sea.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

next next wednesday

come see me dance at the key club.
choreographed by mecca vazie andrews @ the keyclub in hollywood
who knows, maybe dolly will show up...

tomorrow is cool

and the next day is even cooler.