Hello darlings! Emma here, your favourite pink tutu-clad time traveller. This month, we’re hopping back in time to a rather chilly February 2nd, 1941. Grab your favourite pink scarf and cosy up with a cup of tea - we’ve got some fabulous ballet happenings to chat about!
Now, it may be hard to imagine now, but even amidst the global upheaval of the Second World War, the world of ballet continued to twirl. As I galloped through the snow on Magic Meg (my lovely pink sparkly Shire horse with golden hooves – can you believe, even with the war on, the stables had some glitter for her?!) towards New York, I knew I was in for a treat.
On this date in history, the very talented The Ballet Theatre - later to become American Ballet Theatre - performed at the Metropolitan Opera House, featuring a stunning rendition of Swan Lake. I'd love to have witnessed that myself - just picture those glittering tutus amidst the grandeur of the Met! A wartime performance must have been an incredible, magical event. I imagine the energy of the dancers and audience would have been truly electric, filling the entire theatre with joy and a little touch of escapism from the real world.
Of course, the world of ballet didn’t just exist in America that February! Over in the heart of Britain, the Royal Opera House hosted its own delightful performance, featuring a production of Giselle. This iconic work - a timeless classic – would have captured the hearts and minds of those seeking beauty amidst the turmoil. Now, imagine yourself in London's Royal Opera House on that evening. The atmosphere must have been palpable, the tension from the ongoing war strangely interwoven with the beauty and drama of Giselle’s story.
My little ballet-filled rucksack, now bulging with fascinating details of those productions, had just about room for a few snippets of wartime news. The war had reached the shores of Egypt, and while dance had certainly not stopped, it must have felt like a distant dream for those directly affected. I felt a twinge of sadness remembering the impact of war on performance - theatres closing down, dancers forced to change paths - it made me appreciate my time travel adventures even more!
While I haven't found any specific mention of ballerina fashion in 1941 - which is unusual, since my dear readers know I'm all about the looks! - I’m fairly certain the iconic look of the ballerina remained steadfast. Imagine flowing tulle and elegant lines. A stark contrast to the harsh realities of war, bringing a bit of elegance and beauty to an otherwise challenging period.
Don’t get me wrong - I am so incredibly grateful that we live in a time where we can experience the magic of ballet without fear of bombs, although I must confess I would love to time travel back to London on that very night! A glimpse into that fascinating period would be an amazing adventure. I can just picture myself mingling with the theatre patrons - all in our fancy, if rationed, attire - the atmosphere must have been electrifying, with people coming together to share this incredible artistic experience.
Speaking of sharing, I encourage all my dear readers to embrace the spirit of those ballet lovers in 1941. Find a reason to celebrate! Put on a tutu (mine is naturally a glorious pink) and practice those arabesques. Or simply put on your finest attire - you know, anything that makes you feel like a prima ballerina - and join me in appreciating the timeless power of ballet.
Remember to subscribe to www.pink-tutu.com and join me next month for another whirlwind tour through the past! Until then, twirl your way into the weekend with a little ballet magic. You deserve it!
XOXO
Emma, the Pink Tutu Time Traveller
