I had a lover in Toronto who worked as a photographer. He was drop dead gorgeous, had a nice tuxedo and a new Nikon. He spent the weekend going about in the limo and supposedly taking pics of Nureyev (the ballet dancer who died of aids, this was a long time ago. I was lucky enough to get standing room only the last night and saw Romeo and Juliet. I fainted.
Anyways, the only photo Dani took was of Rudoph's bare feet, in the dressing room after the last performance. it was a fantastic photograph.
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