The email submitting this photograph read:
Sure, this guy has an impressive biography and discography…but where are his pants? Surely he can afford them. Is he cupping something more than just the bell of his clarinet?
But not too sexy for argyle. Or makeup. Or airbrushing.
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?”)
Finally, Awkward Classical Music Photos meets Awkward Family Photos.
You know, even though they’re all stuck under the piano, they look happy. Except for the one who’s actually in focus.
The reader who submitted this admitted to being one of the people in the photo. The picture was taken for a flyer for an “alternative opera-cabaret-burlesque show.” And it wasn’t Photoshopped.
Next up: do the limbo.
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.
I really don’t want to know what that squatting violinist is up to.
But at least, in the end, they reach the golf cart on the right-hand side of the street.
As @dasmooke said, the sunlight is most intriguingly placed.
The winning caption comes from @zerbinettasblog: “He is an angel sent from heaven to sing you an aria, then sell you a crappy used Peugeot.”
If not a feather, perhaps was it an earthquake that knocked them over? A hurricane? Tornado?
And what are we supposed to think of that leg wrap-around? Gentlemen, care to explain?
He got tired of feeling like a mere prop to lovely women in red dresses.
They wouldn’t even look at him.
So he took matters into his own arms.
Sometimes, we’re just left without words.
Two different people have sent this one in.
There’s one! Now run down to the beach and give me the other!
Looking a little more tired on this one. Had to hold that pose a little too long?
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.
Well, you can’t accuse her of apathy.
We hear a lot lately about performing arts organizations in limbo. I don’t think this is what they’re all talking about.
There’s no polite way to say this: here’s a musician who really seems to like bending over. For no apparent reason.
Also, aren’t questions like “Why not here” supposed to have question marks?
The picture above, in which she’s awkwardly hunched up and draped in diaphanous cloth, posed among more pale cloth, with the bow on the strings even though there’s no way she could play with her left arm and hand like that…
Lean back, relax, and….
…caress your instrument lovingly.
Really, people, watch where you put those things.
You know how sometimes a woman wears a strapless dress and then poses awkwardly with her instrument and then the photo gets cropped in a way that makes her look naked by accident?
That’s not what’s going on here.
They actually just need to go put some clothes on.
I don’t know what’s more carefully and artificially arranged, the fanned-out scores on the piano or her décolletage.
I feel awkward just uploading this, like my mother is going to find out and shame me for posting such extensive cleavage. Sorry, Mom.