Iskay

Iskay, Paris, 2001.

Iskay

Iskay, Nadia, Maurine, Carole, Peggy, Deborah, where are you ? Those were the days, when the troupe’s dancers allowed a photographer to follow them on stage, backstage, into the dressing rooms and even their home, like Iskay who let me behold the magical ritual of her everyday life. The only thing that counted was to dance and make great photos. The “fetishizing of female bodies as show objects”, the necessity of “deconstructing the male gaze” had not yet contaminated spirits and creation. The girls felt good in the light of this lingering gaze, at times discovering themselves more beautiful than they had imagined. What characterized those times was confidence, complicity and the desire to create beautiful things, together.