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Tutu and Ballet News

Darling readers! Gather 'round for a little dose of high kicks, high drama, and a dash of tutus in a rather, shall we say, unexpected development in the world of ballet. Let's rewind to the 21st of January, 1999, shall we? That day, the esteemed Bolshoi Theatre, oh the irony, saw the premiere of a ballet unlike any before. "Tutu Trouble", it was called. And let me tell you, the trouble was anything but subtle!

Imagine this: A group of prima ballerinas, resplendent in their fluffy tulle confections, gracefully pirouetting in unison, right? Wrong. What transpired on that evening was, quite frankly, a tutu disaster. Iā€™m talking about tulle malfunctions of the highest order. There were tutus with frayed edges, tutus with untied ribbons, and even a couple of tutu malfunctions so epic, I swear I saw a flurry of feathers and tutus landing in the audience!

Apparently, a shipment of tutus meant for the production had been swapped, replaced by an assortment of second-hand tutu atrocities sourced from, well, goodness knows where! Letā€™s just say the poor dancers would have been better off in, shall we say, "less revealing" attire. Itā€™s a real scandal! Just picture it, darling. Those graceful legs, all beautifully preened and sleek, stuck in some rather suspect tutu horrorshow. Oh, the humanity!

Hereā€™s what went down in a quick rundown:
  • One tutu, in particular, with the elastic clearly on the verge of its final farewell, became notorious. Itā€™s said it "lost its fight against gravity" mid-performance and went cascading to the floor in an elegant swan-dive.
  • There were tutu-wearing contortionists who performed maneuvers nobody dared imagine they were capable of.
  • The artistic director, oh dear, his face turned the colour of the pinkest tutus on the stage. A rumour even circulated he started the evening with his usual pre-performance swig of champagne and wound up clutching it to his chest for comfort as the ballet unfolded.

You would think, dear readers, that the entire affair would have been a disaster, an absolute humiliation. But no! Instead, this Tutu Trouble, far from diminishing the eveningā€™s splendour, made it a monumental triumph! The Bolshoi was filled with gales of laughter from an audience so completely captivated by the chaos, they applauded with more fervour than they normally would at any performance of swan lake!

Now, while you might be tempted to scoff at a wardrobe malfunction, or perhaps think the audience is just a bit strange, letā€™s put things in perspective! The audience, bless their cotton socks, weren't laughing at the misfortune. The laughter wasn't cruel, it wasn't sarcastic, it wasn't at the dancers' expense, at all! No, it was a joyous, unbridled, full-throated outburst of appreciation for something unique, something deliciously unexpected, something undeniably funny and delightfully delightful in the otherwise serious realm of ballet.

ā€œTutu Troubleā€ went down in history that night, darling, as one of the most unique events ever to grace the Bolshoi stage. Of course, some snobbish types whispered ā€œtackyā€, ā€œundignifiedā€ and "shamefulā€. They were, however, the same people who usually sneer at ballet as "highfalutin" and ā€œelitist". I'd say ā€œTutu Troubleā€ was a magnificent dose of the perfectly pleasant kind of chaos! The sort that can transform a conventional, polished performance into a wonderfully unexpected event that gets the people laughing. What more can one ask from the stage?