Standing amid a sea of ecstatic juniors dancing their heads off on the gym floor of a San Diego YMCA may have been the closest I've come to heaven. In which case, heaven could use better lights but other than that, it's pretty much all it's cracked up to be. I may be biased, though. The kids I saw in heaven were all transported there by the same revelation: krumping.
Krumping — for those of you yet to see David LaChapelle's beautiful documentary, Rize — is a dance of raw self-expression. It arose from the mean streets of South L.A. It often pits dancer against dancer, shaking and gyrating and jumping off fences and chairs and getting aggressive and all up in each others' grills. The movement's motives are peaceful and positive but the dance itself can be highly confrontational. The energy expended by krumpers is super-human. And so is the speed of some of their moves.
We hung with Tommy the Clown and his clown crew — among Krumping's key ambassadors — as they krumped their way through school gyms and across college stages. I'm still getting over some of the moves I saw busted.





















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