With the backdrop of a bookcase (I spied “1000 Chairs”), a vintage magic poster and gray walls, Guimarães performs in an untucked collared shirt. Though aware of the camera, which tilts down to a baize-covered table for certain bits and back to his face for others, he did not seem bothered by it. Or by much of anything. Even a fellow ticketholder who nearly botched a trick with poor spelling. (Of course lipstick has a “C.”) Sometimes, he outsourced a trick to the crowd, and as I handled waxen playing cards with my clumsy fingers, the dread of screwing up became my own.

Source: New York Times May 15, 2020 16:41 UTC