Camille Cusumano

I break the rule of milongas that says not to change your shoes at the table all the time. It’s because usually I enter the milonga in the middle of a tanda of music I love and can’t wait. Here I am strapping on shoes to dance with a performer in La Boca who invites me, a complete stranger, up onstage.

Later I will write and write. My hands and feet work. Break the rules. Write already.