“I would come home with black eye from being in the pit, and my parents would be like ‘You paid money to go to this?” and I would be like, ‘Yeah, it’s awesome.’ If I wasn’t so old now I would still be doing it.”
The egg is 14 feet tall and made of welded steel, covered in a shell of polar fleece. When it cracks on June 25, dozens—maybe hundreds—of people in outlandish, creative, awesome bird costumes emerge, a steady stream of fowl in many shapes and colors that enter the egg in the back and emerge to onlookers through the front.
As a result of Jerry Dantzic’s unique level of access to Holiday’s private life during her one-week engagement at Sugar Hill jazz club in Newark, the collection of photographs works to push back against the historically dominant narrative of who Holiday was.
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