Pink, purple, yellow, white, all conceivable colours of tutus. Blue damask seats so deep they look sinkable. Minutely perfected technique. Twinkling arms that look like bells. A sweet conductor with long grey curls and occasionally bobbing head. A silk dress draped at my trembling knees. Hair gently caught at the nape. The incomparable smell of a freshly made programme. Deep velvet curtains. A stiff neck, unmoving from absorption. Tingling hands warm from clapping. Long conversations with dancers. The dizziness of wine. The smell of sweat, makeup and energy. The lingering silence in a hushed theatre. The Sleeping Beauty was divine.
There are so many more things I want to go see now. At the top of my list would have to be this film ...
The beautiful photographs above are by Nana Lutea, whose photostream has some of the most memorable ballet photography I have ever seen on flickr.
Have a lovely weekend everyone.