The
Yoga Selfie is careening out of control. This week American yoga
teacher Tara Stiles was driven around the streets of Manhattan doing
yoga in a glass box David Blaine-style. She was promoting her series of
lessons available at W Hotels worldwide, alongside selfies of her in
stilettos in a backbend on a swish bed next to a bucket of champagne.
For me, this particular stunt inspires lust and desire – it fetishises
her extreme flexibility. Yoga that’s about being seen, what’s
contemplative about that?
