IMPRESSIONS: The First Ever Mobile Dance Film Festival at the 92Y
Rami Shafi/Pedestrian Wanderlust's Nicole Wolcott in Washington Square Park.
The next time you find yourself stuck in a deserted Russian airport, be like Jay Carlon. Skidding across slippery floors and boogieing down escalators, he wiles away the hours darkest before dawn, filming himself on his smartphone as he goes. For the next couple of years, he continues to record himself jiving in far-flung locations before splicing them together to form Dance Film Selfie. During the last clip, as he grooves on a median, a police car rolls alongside him to check his identification — the law apparently suspicious of the son of migrant workers dancing publicly.
Carlon’s video is one of the many at the first-ever Mobile Dance Film Festival at the 92Y. The brainchild of Andrew Chapman, the festival received 53 entries from around the world. Five jurors selected the two-dozen films that were presented over two showings and on iPads in the lobby. Regardless of the videos’ tone or content, one thing is certain: The smartphone has enabled artists to escape dance’s time/space conundrum to unleash their creativity in surprising ways.
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