I’d nearly forgotten the many pleasures of watching dance from a folding chair on a riser in a SoHo loft, sound of sirens and traffic rising from the street outside to compete with the more subtle notes of a cello.
Ola Maciejewska’s “Bombyx Mori” is the second hour-long work in the “Dance Reflections” festival I’ve seen so far. Is this a new trend in European dance, I wonder?
We speak with Evie Ferris, the second Indigenous Australian to dance with the Australian Ballet, and the first Indigenous Australian to be a member of The Wiggles.
The Limón Dance Company’s announcement of its upcoming program “Women's Stories” at New York Live Arts December 7-9 begged a conversation with the company’s artistic director Dante Puleio to learn what we could expect from the program.
“What is dance?” is a question posited by postmodern choreography, and postmodern choreographers generally seek to answer it through means as far away from conventional notions of dance as possible.
What’s that you see out of the corner of your eye? Is the painting . . . moving? In Florence Peake’s “Factual Actual,” the artist and her collaborators break down the boundaries between inanimate objects and living people with calm assurance and a dash of whimsy.
Watching Matthew Bourne's reworked version of the “star-cross'd lovers,” I was briefly reminded of Veronica, played by Winona Ryder, in the dark 1988 comedy by Daniel Waters and Michael Lehmann, Heathers, and her line, “my teen angst bullshit has a body count.” Yes, this is the darker side of Bourne's repertoire,...
Beneath blue California skies, manicured trees, and the occasional hum of an overhead airplane, Tamara Rojo took the Frost Amphitheater stage at Stanford University to introduce herself as the new artistic director of San Francisco Ballet.
After a week of the well-balanced meal that is “Jewels”—the nutritive, potentially tedious, leafy greens of “Emeralds,” the gamy, carnivorous “Rubies,” and the decadent, shiny white mountains of meringue in “Diamonds”—the New York City Ballet continued its 75th Anniversary All-Balanchine Fall Season with rather more dyspeptic fare.