Hello, darling ballet lovers! It's Emma here, your pink tutu-clad time traveller, back with another whirl through history. November 11th is a magical date - at least it was back in 1739. That's right, this month I'm travelling to the glorious era of powdered wigs and powdered sugar, of silk stockings and velvet gowns, a time when the world of ballet was abuzz with new energy!
It's been a while since I visited the 18th century, so this trip feels extra special. As always, I'm armed with my trusty rucksack – it's practically bursting with my latest acquisitions, a vintage ballet programme, a set of hand-painted dancing slippers (so adorable!), and a faded manuscript filled with scribbles about the legendary Marie Camargo. I’ve been dying to see this dance pioneer’s innovative leaps in action. Let me tell you, the thrill of standing backstage during a 1739 performance was truly magical. I had to hold myself back from letting out a little pirouette of excitement, but trust me, it’s something that would’ve thrown everyone off in 18th century London.
Speaking of London, I wouldn't have made it back in time for this month’s blog without my precious Meg. Magic Meg, as I fondly call her, is a pink sparkling Shire horse with a golden mane and hooves. She’s my trusty time travel companion and the most well-behaved animal I know, except when we pass by a field full of clover. (Her tail twitches like she's being electrocuted, then I know a sugar rush is imminent!)
But enough about Meg, let's talk about the real stars of the show. 1739 marked a period of flourishing ballet in Paris and London. The French capital was home to the Opera de Paris, which was showcasing the amazing choreography of Jean-Baptiste Lully, a man who revolutionized the ballet world. While in London, it was the Royal Academy of Dancing that set the stage alight. I mean, can you imagine a whole theatre dedicated to just ballet? My dreams have come true, even though I’ve had to time travel centuries into the past!
During my time at the opera, the most intriguing performance was the Ballet de la Fête. These court ballets were often performed with extravagant costumes and elaborate sets. Imagine a scene set in a magical garden, full of whimsical figures and sparkling dresses, with graceful leaps and spins under a crystal chandelier. The beauty and spectacle of it all transported me to a world of pure fantasy.
And then, there’s Marie Camargo. The sheer athleticism and charisma that woman emanates is simply spellbinding. Her performances showcased innovative movements that defied the traditional norms of ballet. It was almost as if she had been whisked into the future – except with the elegance and grace of a bygone era.
I also took a peak at some of the fashion of the time, it is always an integral part of my travels, particularly since I love ballet costume design. What can I say? Pink is timeless. Imagine a symphony of powdered wigs, ruffles, and lace, all dancing and swirling on the stage. They say a dress shouldn't have any unnecessary pockets. They clearly had no concept of tutus and the essential pink pocket which houses the hidden stash of chocolate that I carry in my rucksack.
Sadly, it's time to pack my magic saddlebags and head back to Derbyshire. There’s a ballet class that’s calling my name - I’ve been dreaming of trying out those steps Marie Camargo used and they are definitely something I need to explore with my class. However, this journey left me pondering: Where will my next dance through time lead? Only time, and a little bit of magic, will tell.
Remember, lovelies, if you're ever feeling a bit drab, put on your prettiest pink tutu and spin until the world feels right. And keep your eyes peeled on the www.pink-tutu.com website, you never know when you'll be joining me on one of my adventures!
Until next time, Emma
