Wednesday, Mar 02, 2016
By Brian Seibert
"At 9 a.m. on Monday, if you had peeked through the storefront window of Dashwood Books on Bond Street in Manhattan, you would have seen a body on the floor, sleeping or possibly dead. Slowly, out of tattered Japanese robes emerged whitened feet, gnarled and aged and terribly exposed.
It was a startling sight, and no less unsettling if you knew those feet belonged to the dancer Eiko, whom you had come to watch..."