This is the Concave Model Pose. On June 2, 2009, I performed my first ritual concave on a subway platform en route to my birthday party. It was done on a whim. It was documented for posterity. It changed me…cellularly. Like a vampire bite, or zombie gnaw. I began to crave concaves. Within the hour the concave spread. My birthday guests turned so quickly. The night was thick with hinging bodies arching and pouting at cameras.
The concave is a catching thing.
In 2010, on my birthday and one-year anniversary of the concave turning, I began reaching out to the world to join our hunched throng. I begged for concaves in place of birthday gifts. I ministered to the fearful and bolstered the brave. In the two years since, I have received hundreds of concaves with which to quench my thirst. Most of them are from strangers. Some are from the young. Some are from the old. Some are from the famed and some are from housepets.
The concave is no longer about birthdays. It is an everday way of life. It is a revered art. It has the power to make one humble, and the power to make one holy. It also sustains chiropractors.
This is a place where patrons of the concave can come to worship. Join us. Spread the concave. Send us your pictures, and join the masses. You are home here.