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To travel around, like the Earth in its recurrent, elliptical revolution around the sun, is no mean feat. Touring is a complicated, lengthy and costly affair.
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World-class review of ballet and dance.
As I watch one after another pastel tutu clad ballerina bourrée into the arms of a white-tighted danseur, a melody not credited on the program floats through my brain. You know the one. It’s from “A Chorus Line:” Everything was beautiful at the ballet. Week one of the Arpino Dance Festival features precise footwork and buoyant lifts, delivered with impressive verve by the Joffrey Ballet, Oklahoma City Ballet, and AVID, a company new to me, plus guest artists Misa Kuranaga and Angelo Greco. It's an unseasonably warm day for October in New York. The kind of day when we might be excused for taking a break from the unrelenting news treadmill. Even so, this matinee program strikes me as jarringly out of touch with the times.
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To travel around, like the Earth in its recurrent, elliptical revolution around the sun, is no mean feat. Touring is a complicated, lengthy and costly affair.
Continua a leggere“Specky Clark” opens with a bang, then a whimper. The bang is the titular Specky’s mother, dropping dead onto the kitchen floor.
Continua a leggereThe sought-after choreographer Aszure Barton and award-winning composer Ambrose Akinmusire bend their individual arcs toward one another in their collaborative, multi-disciplinary work titled “A a | a B : Bend,” presented as part of Lincoln Center’s Pasculano Collaborative for Contemporary Dance.
Continua a leggereThere's a wonderful collection of photographs from 1911 of Nijinsky taken by Auguste Bert. Nijinsky was 21 and at the peak of his dance career.
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I have not read a dance review with such delight in a long, long time. This reminds me why I used to love Arlene Croce’s writing in The New Yorker magazine, at least 20 years before I actually ever saw a dance performed in real life in a theater. (And now I photograph dance.) The descriptions are so richly and felicitously written, it is as if the words themselves are dancing. Just a pure delight.