Hello my darling tutu-lovers! Welcome back to Pink-Tutu.com, your monthly dose of ballet history and all things pink! This month, we're stepping back in time, my darling readers, all the way to 1729, to the 5th of May. You won't believe the dazzling discovery I made on this particular day!
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Now, back to our journey!
The morning was bright and crisp in Derbyshire. Magic Meg, my trusty steed, was gleaming in the sunshine. Her pink shimmered beautifully in the dawn, her mane and tail flowing in the gentle breeze. I love it when Magic Meg's golden hooves leave little sparkles in their wake ā like a trail of fairy dust!
As usual, I'd carefully chosen the outfit for this time travel escapade. You just never know what you might encounter when leaping through history, so today's pink tutu is a swirling masterpiece with the most delicate feather trim - just perfect for twirling! My pink-sequined corset gives a touch of historical drama, while my ivory gloves and pearl necklace provide that extra sprinkle of timeless elegance. I think I'm going to channel my inner 18th-century ballerina. Now, imagine a dance in this costume...
Anyway, as you can imagine, I can hardly wait to unveil the magic of ballet in the 1720s. I had just finished a series of enchanting performances at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden last night - my performance in Swan Lake always proves a success - and now, I'm ready to travel to another incredible moment in ballet's timeline.
I clambered onto Magic Meg's back, adjusting my rucksack filled with historical artefacts, and with a little flick of the reins, we were off! We were travelling a considerable distance in time today, so I adjusted my vintage magnifying glass, keeping my eyes peeled for any potential anomalies in the timeline. Iām always learning on my time travels.
As we touched down in 1729, I was absolutely captivated by the buzz of the city. It was the kind of excitement you could feel in the very air! Now, I wasnāt particularly familiar with 1729 but, my records told me that it was a time of transformation, change, and revolution. I couldn't wait to discover what ballet had in store for me!
We wandered through the cobblestone streets of London, the sound of horse-drawn carriages creating a delightful symphony of movement. There were little boys running around selling oranges, while street performers with musical instruments enthralled crowds on street corners. It was the kind of scene that could transport you right back into a painting!
Then I found it ā The Theatre Royal, Drury Lane! Imagine, the most illustrious stage in London was in its prime. This was the very heart of London's theatre scene, a place that throbbed with creativity, passion, and a fervent appreciation for the arts! My heart leaped with anticipation ā my intuition whispered that this would be a day for history to remember!
My heart was racing. What would I discover inside? The mysteries of this magical world were already pulling me into its heart. You see, Drury Lane was an essential venue during a fascinating period when dance evolved dramatically, so, naturally, I was itching to know what ballet was being performed in that wonderful space!
I pushed open the imposing doors and a gasp escaped my lips. Oh my darling readers, it was a true feast for the senses. There was a delightful mix of excitement, anticipation, and refined grandeur hanging in the air - you know, that type of air you can only experience inside an elegant, centuries-old theatre.
The lights glittered, the sound of whispered conversations enriched the atmosphere. I stood frozen, gazing at the grand, chandeliered auditorium ā this magnificent setting was begging me to step onto the stage!
Now, I may love my tutus, but in those days, youād find no frothy twirling! I soon realised that, for the ladies of the time, their elegant gowns werenāt as impractical as I initially thought - they provided quite a beautiful dramatic grace during the 'serious dances' that I learned from my scrolls later. These ladies moved with such remarkable poise, I was simply speechless!
The dances were often referred to as āserious dancesā. You see, this era was the dawn of ballet, and audiences savoured the refined art form that focused more on grace, poise, and beautiful storytelling than grand jetĆ©s or complex fouettĆ©s. That was for much later in the ballet world.
For example, at this time, I saw elegant, almost timeless pieces like "La Fontaine" which was, apparently, a highly sophisticated piece that really set the standards for beauty in the ballet world. I read a little more in my leather rucksack about the "La Fontaine" piece. It had even travelled to Versailles to inspire Louis XIV's love of dance and opera.
I had so much to learn! What I hadn't expected to encounter on this time trip was just how much a āgentleman' like me could become immersed in the drama of dance. There were, what they called āEntrancesā, āCourantsā and āMinuetsā to delight the senses. It felt like all these beautiful gestures and forms could almost hold the air itself! I was absolutely fascinated!
When we left The Theatre Royal that evening, I couldn't help but feel utterly exhilarated and truly humbled. Being here, amidst this cultural blossoming, filled me with so much gratitude for how the past paved the way for my dance journey, for the future of the ballerina! Itās always such a special time travel when you can actually see yourself reflected in the dance history youāre reading about in my little collection of ballet stories in my rucksack. Oh my goodness, I've been trying to get this to look all pretty like my time travel scrapbook! Maybe Iāll include some pages in my blog sometime!
Iāll let you all in on a secret! During my travels to these historic moments, it never fails to fascinate me just how much balletās beauty truly transcends the ages! Whether Iām watching those sophisticated, refined 'serious dances' or taking notes on my journey to see Pavlova in Paris. Thereās always something enchanting, moving, and inspirational about it!
I took a last look around London, its cobblestone streets radiating an almost mystical charm that left a permanent impression. Magic Meg, too, seemed mesmerised by the scene, her pink shimmer almost reflecting the twilight hues that bathed the city.
It was time to return to my own time. But the images I had taken in would be burned forever into my memory. And the lessons I had learned would forever inspire me to spread my pink tutu-filled love of dance!
I bid farewell to 1729, taking with me the energy of its incredible artistry. Back in Derbyshire, the air was thick with the sweetness of the spring blossom and Magic Meg neighs her goodnight greetings as I remove her pink shimmering blanket and prepare her stable for the evening.
Until next month, dear readers. Remember: Embrace every step of the ballet journey!
With pink-filled love,
Emma
www.pink-tutu.com
P.S. I canāt wait to tell you about the incredible 1920ās fashion show I have coming up! Itās one you donāt want to miss! Be sure to join me next month for my blog post number 822.
**And now, my dears, donāt forget your pink tutus! Iād love to see you all dancing.
Be kind to yourselves, and, until we dance again... twirl!**
