"I can't dance," asserts New York-based photographer Nir Arieli. "Whenever I am forced to try, I stumble or freeze or drink enough to disappear. However, this time, for the first time, I found myself actively involved in dancing - even if by using someone else's body." Working as a sort of visual choreographer, Arieli captures in static images the raw emotion and masculine elegance of male dancers, collaborating with them through verbal dialogue to create an entirely new language of movement. As Arieli explains, "my subjects provided me with physical intelligence. I only had vague mental images, a camera, and a long history of unused dancefloors."