Hello my lovely tutu-twirling friends! Emma here, your Derbyshire ballerina and resident pink-tutu advocate. This month, I'm dipping my toes into the exciting world of 1851, and it's already proving to be an utterly delightful journey! Buckle up your pink ballet shoes, because we're heading to the glittering City of Lights, Paris, for a peek at a time of stunning innovation and breathtaking ballet.
Magic Meg, my sparkling pink Shire horse with a heart of gold, has transported us directly to the heart of Parisian ballet, the esteemed Opéra Garnier. Built just a few years prior, it was already known for its opulence and impressive acoustics. As I sashayed through the gilded hallways, I imagined the excitement of the many who have walked these paths - artists, dancers, composers - and felt the electricity of creativity buzzing all around.
Today, we're stepping back in time to experience one of the most talked-about events in the ballet world – La Fille Mal Gardée, a romantic comedy in three acts! It’s set to a score by a little-known (at the time) composer named Leo Delibes. The tale of Lise, a wilful young woman who dances to the rhythm of her own heart and defies her controlling mother, is just what I love about ballet.
Of course, no Parisian adventure is complete without indulging in some delicious gateau and savouring the fashionable atmosphere of the city. From elegant gowns adorned with elaborate lace and silk to charming hats with fluttering feathers, Parisian style was a true symphony of beauty! While it’s tempting to imagine every day in pink, even I can't deny that there's a special elegance in the darker tones and richly layered textures of the mid-nineteenth century.
The ballet The Paris Opera Ballet, led by Arthur Saint-Léon, was enjoying a period of incredible success. Saint-Léon’s creative genius was shining brightly, bringing both artistry and athleticism to his productions. Watching his dancers, I was captivated by the power and elegance that radiated from their movements - a breathtaking spectacle!
My rucksack, brimming with ballet stories and snippets of history, is already filled with new treasures: a hand-drawn programme from this very production, a delicate bouquet garni of fresh flowers I snagged at the market (oh, how I wish the lovely scent could linger in my memory!), and a beautiful lace ribbon to add a touch of French flair to my very own pink tutu!
This journey, my friends, is proof that no matter the time, there is a shared love for the art form. And just as in the Parisian streets of 1851, a splash of vibrant pink always brings joy!
Next month, I'll be exploring the balletic wonders of Italy. Will you be joining me?
Until then, keep those tutus twirling, my dears!
Emma x www.pink-tutu.com
