Hello darlings, and welcome to another delightful voyage through time with yours truly, Emma, your pink-tutu-clad guide to the wonderful world of ballet history! This month, I’m whisking you back to the glorious springtime of 1862. I’ve packed my trusty pink tutu, of course (it wouldn't be a trip without one!), and my favourite little leather rucksack for collecting precious ballet treasures.
But before I tell you about this month’s adventures, I have a special announcement! Have you heard? Pink tutus are finally catching on! My latest performance in a swirling, twirling confection of silk and tulle at the grand gala in Derbyshire was a huge success. The audience was practically levitating, and my dazzling entrance (cue dramatic pause) prompted several men to proclaim that they might even consider buying one for their daughters. Progress, my dears! We’re finally making our mark on the world one pirouette at a time!
Anyway, enough about me, let’s journey to April the 4th, 1862, and discover the wonders of ballet through the ages. Magic Meg, my darling pink shire with her glorious white mane and tail, and those stunning golden hooves (don't you just love a bit of bling?!) was whinnying impatiently as I finished applying my rouge. It seems she's quite keen to set off, as I am, so let's go!
The air is alive with the scent of spring, a soft breeze ruffling the branches of cherry blossoms, and Magic Meg is trotting briskly towards the heart of London. We’ve arrived at the grand theatre where one of the greatest ballerinas of the era, Carlotta Grisi, was gracing the stage in the Parisian opera Le Diable à Quatre (The Devil's Quartet). Can you imagine, a ballerina so renowned she practically had a star named after her! I simply must visit this enchanting world to learn about her artistry, style, and how she navigated the world of ballet at such a formative period.
After soaking up the dazzling costumes and lively melodies of the ballet performance, it was on to the Ballet Royal* at Covent Garden! As you all know, I have a weakness for a little retail therapy, so we made a quick pit stop at Madame Camille, the premier costume shop of London, known for its breathtaking collection of feathers and jewels. I’m just dreaming of designing a custom feather boa with matching shoes - it would be an absolute spectacle! I'm even thinking of recreating Madame Camille's famous feathered tutu on my next blog post - imagine the magnificence!
The highlight of the day, however, was a visit to the delightful École de Danse! The École de Danse was founded in 1820 as a hub for dancers, offering ballet classes, theatrical performances, and even social gatherings. Imagine, having a whole dedicated space for ballet – it simply wouldn’t exist in Derbyshire! It was utterly thrilling to see the young dancers pirouette, arabesque, and glide across the floor. It reminds me of how passionate I was as a little girl - so desperate to twirl in a pink tutu and take flight like the graceful ballerinas I admired!
It’s amazing to witness the evolution of ballet techniques through the centuries. From the romanticism of 1862 to the contemporary works of our era, ballet’s spirit continues to enthrall audiences around the globe. My journey into 1862 was a glorious blend of art, beauty, and timeless enchantment. It simply reinforces my passion for everything ballet - the costumes, the dance, and the captivating artistry of this elegant dance form.
Stay tuned for my next time-travelling adventure! I hear whispers of an exciting event at the Paris Opera House involving the beautiful and talented Marie Taglioni - oh la la! Until then, remember to keep twirling, dreaming, and embrace the magic of ballet, my dearest friends. And always remember - wear your pink tutu with pride! It's an instant invitation to magic and beauty!
Au revoir!
Your loving, time-traveling, tutu-wearing, pink-obsessed ballerina,
Emma
