Hello, darlings! It's your favourite pink-tutu-clad time-traveller Emma here, bringing you another exciting dose of ballet history! Today, I'm whisking us back to 2nd February 1919, a day filled with intriguing developments in the world of dance. Buckle up, because we're in for a whirlwind journey!
Now, before I delve into the historical delights of this day, I must confess I'm rather smitten with my outfit for this trip! It's a stunning pink tulle tutu, with delicate layers and shimmering sequins that catch the light like a thousand tiny stars. It perfectly reflects the sense of burgeoning joy and optimism that seems to be washing over the world after the horrors of the First World War. And who wouldn't be feeling buoyant after a long and challenging time, donning such a fabulous garment?
As I sat upon my trusty steed, Magic Meg (yes, my magnificent, pink-sparkling Shire with golden hooves and a white mane and tail), I could practically feel the energy of 1919 crackling around us. The streets of London were alive with a mixture of relief and determination, with people keen to rebuild and find their place in a new world. This spirit of rebuilding is reflected in the world of ballet, with the return of performances and a focus on revitalizing the art form after its war-time silence.
I arrived in London in a flurry of pink, my leather rucksack filled with exciting finds to add to my ever-growing ballet collection. I felt a thrill in the air as I headed straight to Covent Garden to see what was on the stage today. To my delight, the Royal Opera House was showcasing The Sleeping Beauty! Just the very idea of such a timeless ballet had me leaping with joy! This performance, starring the iconic Russian ballerina Olga Spessivtseva, marked a triumphant return for ballet in London. This marked a monumental occasion for the revival of the dance after the long war, as Olga's artistry and the beauty of the performance resonated deeply with the audience.
And, just imagine – The Sleeping Beauty was performed under the masterful choreography of Marius Petipa, one of ballet's most significant figures! It was a privilege to witness a glimpse of this beautiful legacy, and I feel a strong kinship with these talented dancers. Their energy and passion inspired me, reminding me of why I love the art form so much.
Later that evening, after a fabulous afternoon spent watching this inspiring ballet, I decided to treat myself to some shopping at a grand millinery shop in Mayfair. There, amidst a flurry of feathers, ribbons and bonnets, I found myself enthralled by a delicate pink hat that would be the perfect addition to my ballet collection. And then I remembered I had an evening ballet class at a prestigious dance school – talk about a whirlwind of a day!
You see, it’s so inspiring to be part of the history of ballet, watching this wonderful art form come alive. In London, and the world, ballet was recovering from the devastation of war, but artists, like those at this esteemed ballet school, were starting to thrive in these difficult times. You can feel their commitment in each graceful step they take and every leap across the stage. This drive is what keeps me going, and what makes me want to see this vibrant art form evolve even further, reaching even greater heights.
I even popped into the Royal Academy of Dance headquarters that evening. It was buzzing with a renewed passion and drive. The air crackled with the energy of passionate ballet instructors, eager to educate and inspire the next generation of talented dancers. I felt a surge of pride, watching this community unite in the shared love for dance and a desire to pass their knowledge onto their students. There was a genuine optimism about the future of dance, an inspiring feeling of hope after such a turbulent time. This is a time of change and rebirth. Just like a pink tutu, dancing through life!
Oh! I cannot end my post without giving a special shoutout to one of the most fashionable Parisian ballerinas I met in 1919, Carlotta Zambelli! She brought a new flavour to the world of dance – her daring costumes, unconventional performances, and passionate spirit broke through traditional boundaries and carved a path for other expressive artists. In this new era, ballet became something even more exciting, even bolder.
This evening, as I made my way back to Derbyshire on Magic Meg, the moon was painted pink, mirroring the beauty and wonder of the day. I had gathered stories, and beautiful new additions for my collection in my leather rucksack I plan to write more about it all, I'm bursting to tell you more about Carlotta and how her vision changed ballet, and so much more!
So until next month, my darlings, remember: it’s never too late to try ballet, to embrace your inner grace, and of course, wear your pink tutus with pride!
Love, Emma xx
