Within moments upon entering the dimly lit hall I was whisked away by lovely lady and we started dancing the tango around the room. Well, at least she was doing the tango...I was trying not step on her feet. I'm embarassed to admit that I can't tango, although I used to live in Argentina, my mother is married to an Argentine, and as a result I have many Argentine relatives.
The dances came in sets of 3 or 4, the music had kind of a scratchy gramophonic quality to it. There was no talking, just couples mixed of all age-ranges and nationalities making swift poetic strides throughout the room.
John and Louise were weekly regulars. I asked them to stand how they normally would while doing the tango. My hope is that the photograph communicates how they feel when they dance.