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August my be winter in Buenos Aires but it was the month that David and I chose to visit our friends and family in Argentina, hoping of course to fit in a little bit of tango. Who needs the sun to dance tango right?

We left London in 30 degrees heat, sandals and summer clothes and arrived on a dismal Buenos Aires day with lashing rain and wind. We had been prepared for a contrast but this welcome came as something of a shock!

Despite the gloomy start, the month ahead was to give us plenty of beautiful winter's days, with blindingly bright sun and clear blue skies.

Not so on the day we scheduled for our photo shoot with tango photographer Marcelo Di Rienzo though. As if to challenge our determination, it was an uncharacteristically cold day.

We had chosen a dilapidated building in the Villa Crespo neighbourhood for our location. In the UK, there would be all kinds of health and safety regulations preventing the use of a place like this - stairways with sheer drops, floors that seem to sink as you step on them ... but not so in Buenos Aires.

tango dancers in a pose with a buenos aires back drop

And for the purposes of the photos we were hoping for, this definitely worked in our favour. The building was a treasure trove of a bygone era, with a labyrinth of different rooms and back-drops to explore. Both a photographer and tango dancer's dream!

Yes, we were "inside", but the building was so exposed to the elements that it felt exactly the same as being outside. Not for the first time on a photo shoot, I stayed huddled in my warmest winter coat until right the last minute. And my brother-in-law was on hand with hot drinks and biscuits between shoots.

They say you have to suffer for your art and judging from the final results, I would say there could be some truth in that! Marcelo Di Rienzo did an amazing job and we are thrilled with our Buenos Aires nostalgia shots.

David & Kim posing in a Buenos Aires building

Here are a couple of the photos to begin with. You can see more shots on our Instagram and Facebook page. And our Gallery will soon be filled to the brim with all the photos from that memorable day. Keep your eyes peeled!

Thank you Buenos Aires for as always inspiring us with your magic!

Twenty years ago when I started tango, I would never have imagined that I would appear on the front page of one of Argentina's leading newspapers.

But in one of those "pinch yourself" moments, it happened last Saturday.

I knew about it first not because of the article itself but because my Argentine partner's telephone was constantly pinging while we were trying to teach class.

Every family member and every friend who had ever known him in Argentina were trying to contact him.

Because Clarin is one of Argentina's top two newspapers.

We of course knew we had done a telephone interview with Clarin a few weeks back but we didn't know that it would make the front page or that a double page spread would be dedicated to us.

Clarin had wanted to interview us because they had heard about the BBC interviewing us last year on the anniversary of the "La Cumparsita" (one of the most famous tangos of all time).

They were also interested in our annual Tango Ball which over the last eight years has raised around £25,000 for charitable causes in Argentina. For example for FUSAVI, which provides life-changing surgery for people with sight problems.

But it seems it was the story of an English "tourist" who - quite literally - crossed paths with an Argentine dancer on the streets of Buenos Aires, that really captured their imagination.

You can read the whole story, by clicking here.

It's been a busy year so far for Tango Movement in the media.

In March, videos of us and our students performing were selected by Italian's second largest TV channel - RA1 - who were doing a feature on tango. We had no particular link to the feature but felt incredibly flattered that they had chosen our performance videos!

And in January our story was featured ipaper, the online version of the Independent newspaper.

There are a few classic signs that you’re addicted to tango.

When the other day a new student told me - a few months after starting tango - that he was looking for a new flat with more space to dance in, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

I knew then that he was well and truly part of our crazy worldwide club of tango junkies.

Another tell tell sign? Grabbing absolutely any opportunity you can to practice your tango.

No matter when, no matter where. You look left, you look right. No one around? Quick, time to just trace out that little *lapiz* you learnt in tango class last week.

We are the Ikea generation. Experts at finding inventive ways to create more space.

You discover that the kitchen counter provides the ideal support to practice your ochos … provided of course your hand doesn’t accidentally switch the hob on!

A flight of stairs doubles up as the perfect apparatus to stretch out your calf muscles after a long night in the milonga.

And why stare into space when you’re waiting for the microwave to ping? It’s a total waste of valuable practice time!

Picture me then just the other night at our venue in Soho making my way up to our first floor dance studio.

That night I had put my tango shoes on in the changing rooms before going up to class. And I decided to take the lift rather than the stairs.

Socialising After Tango Class

Even on the lower ground floor I could hear the lovely sounds of tango emanating from the studio, where my partner was setting up for our class.

And there I was standing in a lift. In tango shoes. With tango music. How was I not going to practice some *rulos*?

But there was a snag. The lift was made of glass.

A man in sports gear, climbing the stairs turned and stared. And for a few moments, I was at a total loss as to why.

Then it hit me. A grown woman. Dancing. In pink stilettos. And a matching pink fur coat (a complete coincidence, by the way). I guess that is not something "non-tango people" see every day.

But it didn’t end there.

He kept pace with my lift as he climbed the stairwell. As we together reached each new level, my rulos became just a touch more flamboyant and began to lift of the floor. His eyes widened.

Well, you didn't really expect me to stop and let such a golden opportunity to practice slip through my fingers? Plus, it was kind of fun to have an audience! ;)

If you've been dancing even a short time, you'll probably have a funny tango anecdote. Please share it with us in the comments section below!

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