Welcome back to Pink-Tutu, my darling dancers!
July is here, and the sun is shining! I know, I know - the ballets are on a summer hiatus. But fret not, my dears, because there's so much to be explored! I've been hopping back through time again - and today we're headed to the summer of 1949. Hold onto your tutus, darlings, because it's going to be a whirlwind of tutus, taffeta, and triumphs!
Magic Meg gallops us to 1949!
Oh, darling Magic Meg has just about recovered from last month's trip! Her golden hooves shimmered all the way through time, a dazzling flash of pink and gold in the history books. She even had a lovely dream about all the sweet treats we found in a quaint French patisserie last month! This month, we landed with a soft thud on a summer morning, ready for our ballet adventures!
1949 - What was the world of ballet looking like?
Now, let's dust off the old ballet journals, darlings, because I want to bring you all the delicious details about what the ballet world was swirling with!
Firstly, dear reader, Margot Fonteyn! Yes, our darling Fonteyn, still dazzling audiences with her beautiful movements and captivating stage presence. We watched her dance in the glorious Giselle at the Royal Opera House in London - what a glorious night! Such intricate movements, the grace and the sadness in her steps! The audience was utterly enthralled. Her performance brought tears to the eyes of even the most jaded dance critics.
Over in New York City, the New York City Ballet was enjoying their 10th season! A group of phenomenal young talents, dancing the very essence of the art form. Such vibrance! I caught a stunning performance of Firebird – oh, the colour, the intensity of those costumes! I immediately bought a new pair of ruby red shoes in her honour! They remind me to be daring and take flight just like a phoenix!
The ballet world in 1949 was filled with passionate creativity and excitement! I was even lucky enough to catch a stunning performance by Alicia Markova and her husband Anton Dolin at Covent Garden! Can you believe, they had formed a new company called The Markova-Dolin Ballet - they had some phenomenal performances and had travelled to various corners of the world showcasing their breathtaking work. This trip made me see how far ballet could travel! I was so inspired to take my pink tutu dancing around the world!
Pink Tutus in the Wild - Where did my travels take me?
Our journey in 1949 began in London, of course! Oh, the grandeur! You would just adore the Covent Garden Opera House! Imagine! You walk up the steps, a glamorous ballroom awaits, the buzz of anticipation for a performance, a world of magic, all right there! Then, as the curtain rose, such an explosion of creativity on stage! The dancers - exquisite, ethereal creatures, every detail meticulously crafted for such captivating dance movements! And oh! The costumes! Exquisitely tailored, a riot of colours. It was the pinnacle of elegance, my darling!
We galloped on to Paris, a whirlwind of charming cafés and bustling markets! The ballet was just as lively, full of vibrant, exciting performances at the Opera Garnier - my heart almost burst out of my chest with excitement. This ballet company in Paris is truly embracing the modern and blending it with classic ballets! They added their own unique twist and personality!
And who knew that the ballet craze had already reached the depths of Soviet Union! It was a little cooler than England, to say the least! There was still some suspicion about a pink-tutu-wearing ballerina, however, the ballet was just as spectacular as in any other part of the world! You would not believe how mesmerized I was by the ballet performances at the Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow. Such discipline and athleticism, an ethereal symphony of strength and grace! I’m sure I was getting quite the look with my pink tutu, but what are they going to say – I’m here for the art!
Back to Derbyshire - My pink Tutu fashion finds!
As much as I love time travel, I still adore my home in Derbyshire. A lovely countryside with green rolling hills and peaceful moments - a beautiful contrast to the bright lights of the ballet world. It’s just great to come back home to the calmness and familiar scenes, and have my lovely bed! My rucksack, dear reader, is bulging! What lovely items I found:
- A delightful ballet shoe, still elegant with age!
- A pamphlet, describing the dance school run by a Russian-trained ballet instructor - the dedication of people travelling from a war-torn Europe, with their hearts filled with a yearning for art! Such strength and passion for the artform!
- An exquisite scarf – I had to purchase one. What beautiful embroidery - intricate and unique – truly a work of art in itself!
And my biggest find of all, you might say, is my newly adopted wardrobe inspiration! A vintage, slightly faded, and most beautiful ballerina costume, still with the scent of silk and sweat – a story preserved within the fabric itself. Just wait until I take you on my adventures and showcase it at my next performance – maybe I’ll add some pink to give it that little extra oomph!
Sharing My Love for the Pink Tutu with the World - This is just the beginning, darling!
Oh, this time-travel thing is simply a joy! To see the history of ballet, all those decades ago, it reminds me why I wear this pink tutu with so much pride and confidence. Ballet brings people together – uniting hearts across the ages! It speaks a universal language, a story woven into every twist, every leap, every pose.
I am here, darlings, with this blog, to spread my love for pink tutus and dance the world into a beautiful ballet of confidence and joy.
Now, remember - stay tuned! There's so much more ballet magic to unfold next month. You wouldn't want to miss it, darlings! And keep dancing your heart out. You'll never know where that beautiful pink tutu might take you.
*Until then, embrace the beauty and grace, dance to your own rhythm, and remember, it’s always a good time for pink tutus. *
Lots of love,
Emma
* www.pink-tutu.com*
