This? This is nothing. Just wait ’til she balances the bow on top of the scroll.
He didn’t know which pose looked best, so he chose all of them.
… Don’t toot.
Didn’t her mother teach her not to sit like that?
At least the one knee that we can see. The other leg… well, who knows?
(via @wheresstephane, who asked: “Why would anyone allow this picture of them to be taken, and published?”)
I regret to inform you that this is not the Harlem Globetrotters.
The judges were, however, impressed with your ability to balance random objects on your fingertip.
I didn’t know you played the horn!
Or wore skinny jeans!
Keep reaching. Your hands are almost there.
The subject of the photos has written in to say:
Could you please credit me, the performer, Rachel Cama (and yes, I’m also a yoga teacher).
And also, can you credit the photographer:Becky OehlersMany thanks…it was a very enjoyable photoshoot and not awkward, for me, at all.
“Thankfully the violinist survived the tragic steamroller accident to play another day,” said the reader who submitted this.
But seriously, where did her legs go? Is she a mermaid?
And just look what those biceps can do.
My, my. He has so many instruments, and all of them are, uhh, standing at attention.
…and your cello even closer.
Thanks to @jaygabler for inspiring today’s post with this tweet:
There are few things more awkward than promo photos of classical ensembles jumping into the air to look “vibrant” and “exciting.”
Watch out: this may become a series.
Rachmaninoff looks like he was having a really bad case of the Mondays.
Why so glum? Looks like everything’s set up for a party in the back.
Definitely no party here, though. Except maybe a pity party.
We didn’t think it would happen, but here’s a photo of a male musician lying on the floor.
Sorry for the small photo.
This introduces a whole new category, in the words of the (female) harpist who sent this in: “Male harpists who have to proclaim their masculinity by knocking their harps over.”
What is it about lying down?
On the floor.
Under the boardwalk.
Legs up the wall.
Oh, and if anyone see any pictures of *male* performers lying on the floor, send them in.
If she crouches over that disco ball long enough, will it hatch?
Well, you can’t accuse her of apathy.
The startled look on his face. The undone bowtie. And the wedding ring.
The leggings. The shoes. The pose. What?
Unless you think that more is more. More patterns, more colors, more details.