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Melting air, sweating skies, glazed legs and drenched shirts in the middle of the day. A pair of legs in "Raindrops" maintains all style and grace stepping like a gazelle across the trenches of an unseen flood or storm or drizzle – who cares, the legs cut like razors through the mist. The dynamic don’t complain, they bend, they are flexible, smooth, shiny and alluring in all walks of life. A mid-afternoon thunderstorm is a smear on the schedule between the coffee with friend in the rouge-walled café on the town square and the client meeting on 8th Avenue. Mothers huddle under awnings, polarimetric radar researchers watch raindrop size distributions, students measure the water pressure per cubic feet at xyz altitude, the police block off wet roads. It takes one in a million to turn the path through the minefield of puddles and gutters into a strut down the catwalk. [Pete Bradt] |
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