I read an article by Rebecca Milzoff in the NY Times recently that got me seeing people on the street in a new way.
Milzoff was interviewing a New York City choreographer about his latest work, and something he said stuck with me.
“ ‘I was assured when I came to live in this space on Broadway between Prince and Spring that SoHo would never come this far,’ David Gordon said, looking out the wall-to-wall windows in his second-floor loft. ‘Instead I now live in the Mall of America.’
“ ‘When I set foot out the door, there are so many people going in different directions,’ he said. ‘The choreography of the street is mind boggling.’ “
Those words came back to me a couple days later as I waited for the morning train. There’s a point when bells start ringing because the gate is going down, and commuters stream across the parking lot with their briefcases and coffee mugs. On this particular day, they looked to me like dancers in a choreography of the everyday. The flow, the spacing between people suggested dance. The commuters had a special aura, partly because they had no consciousness of being in a dance performance.
I hope to be alert to other such happenings in the future.
It sure jazzes up the commute.
Photograph: Julieta Cervantes for The New York Times