💔💌🌹☄️🐻🎻✨❤️ // 9.3.17 How was I supposed to choose a single frame to try and capture yesterday? Yesterday, one of the most incredible and overwhelming days of my life (there's "special" and then there's 1200 people audibly crying together). So here's a selection because I cannot choose one; I want to celebrate this endlessly inspiring and beautiful group of people and the life-changing work they accomplished. (Even if the way I enjoy art directing my life on Instagram usually omits any concentrated showings of my face--exception for Comet made) I wanted to keep this first shot for myself--that private happiness--but of the handful of photos I managed in all that mayhem and tears tears tears, this one stands on its own in all that needs to be said. I've only experienced THIS level of connection to a show and its people maybe once before--these things don't. happen. No artifice, just what you see there, rumpled Kleenex box in hand and all. My heart's in a weird place today, but what's surprising to me is how much more full it feels than achingly sad, which isn't something I expected waking up yesterday. The world seems a little brighter for the trail of starstuff left in my eyes, I think. In order of appearance 📷: Alex Gibson, Sumayya Ali, Brad Giovanine (those two shots //must// exist as a pair), Grobes (who flew in to celebrate with his Comet family one more time, and I got a shot 12 years in the making 🙈), choreographer extraordinaire Sam Pinkleton, certified genius set designer/world maker Mimi Lien, and a last 💌. And then there's me, dear reader, in the world in which I felt best. #IntoANewLife (at The Great Comet)
