Inviting the Future
Jean-Michel walked a very unique walk—literally. When he walked down the street, his swagger was very recognizable. He had a very charismatic strut with a kind of endearing innocence. He leaned forward, tilting his head from side to side with every step while checking out the sights on both sides of the street.
So many times I was minding my own business, when I would hear my name being called out from the other side of the street. There was Jean-Michel, already headed towards me with his knees slightly bent and his long paint-stained overcoat, trucking down the avenue. With each step, it seemed as though he was tripping or falling forward. It reminded me of the way he danced; his motion had a tumbling feel to it as if he were “inviting the future” with every step.
