a house dripping with phosphorus, where the edges of the window were burning around the flames. And my father said, “Look! I’m not crazy, look, this house is like Mozart.” And the next house, where flames were coming right from the basement, he said, “That, that is Wagner.” He gave me a way to overcome the horrors of war. And so, survival became a strength I chose to overcome the destruction I witnessed around me. I really had the feeling, the very deep feeling, that I survived for a reason, and that I had a mission, a duty to do something, that I was really in search of my life. Where is my place?
Classical x contemporary
While the world of ballet is considered a rarefied one, what happens when a dancer who trained at the prestigious Paris Opéra Ballet School abandons the art form—or rather integrates said terpsichorean skills—into a solo sans pointe shoes or ballet slippers, sporting, instead, sneakers? The answer can be found in Dimitri Chamblas’ stunning and thought-provoking work, “Ulysse Marion.”
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