A. Greg Raymond

Cirque du Soleil


My first gallery of photographs is posted on the newly updated website. In 2002, I spent a week away from home in Philadelphia. Each evening I would stop at a bar, The Hexagon I believe, to grab a beer and a sandwich for dinner. On one of those evenings, I happened to sit next to a man under similar circumstances to myself. After a bit of small talk, I found out he was there to promote Cirque du Soleil which had just finished it’s first performance of Varekai in the City of Brotherly Love. As he finished his food he invited me to the premiere party. The venue was easy to find. Keg lights lined the street and lit up Rittenhouse Square. The drink at the party was limited to two options, bottles of Grolsch beer or straight vodka, and women painted from the waist up walked through out the party with trays of desserts that could choke a horse.

I was invited to the following night’s performance. When I arrived I was told that the evening’s show was sold out and was asked if I minded watching the show from the performer’s tent. I have on occasion found myself with no camera when I want one, when the atmosphere is so rich and never could have been anticipated. This night fortunately was not one of those times.