This flower emerged in the middle of nowhere, practically, emerged somewhere like in a desert or on a mountain. A flower of infinite beauty. You could admire it, you could be amazed by it, you could touch it, but you could never cut this flower, because this flower had very strong roots, a very strong stem which supported that beauty. Rudolf was an unusual man in all respects: an instinctive intelligence, constant curiosity, extraordinary discipline. That was his goal in life. And of course a love of performing. He loved strong women, loyal men. He loved his life. I learnt a lot from him, although we were very different performers, and I’ll miss him for the rest of my life, that’s for sure.
Dance in America
Midway through the new book Nonstop Bodies: How Dance Shaped New York City, author Rennie McDougall pivots away from a chapter on the modernism of George Balanchine and the slum-clearing process of creating his “temple at Lincoln Center” to flesh out another diasporic music and dance culture emanating out of Harlem during a similar time in history: mambo.
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