…Can you see what it is yet? Probably not. I have to admit, it’s been years since I did enough yoga to make my body malleable enough to imitate all of the curves and intricacies of Sydney Harbour, but for the sake of this competition, I tried. Here’s how we envisaged it (drawing courtesy of Ben):
…that about covers it, doesn’t it? We’ve got Sydney Airport where my hair is, Paddington on my right arm, the Central Business District somewhere in the vicinity of my breasts, Bondi Beach at my wrist, North Sydney at my tummy, Manly at my knees, Palm Beach at my toes, Chatswood at my bum, Coogee just past my right arm, and of course my slightly askew left arm, representing the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge.
It’s not perfect, but it’s…innovative? A little crazy? Both. And definitely worth a try. If you’ve never tried to physically arrange your own body to imitate a city, it’s probably just as well–but you’ve missed out on some serious laughs. Just think of it as the interpretive dance version of recreating a Sydney icon.
How this happened:
What it should look like (and will, after a few pints):
I will never again look at you and not see Sydney. How did I ever miss this uncanny resemblance?!