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A Season of Swirling Skirts and Soaring Spirits Ah, May. The air is thick with the promise of sun-kissed skin and languid afternoons, the city awakens from its winter slumber, and my darling, the ballet world bursts into bloom. What a glorious month it has been for dance! From the hallowed halls of the Bolshoi to the intimate charm of a Parisian cabaret, my well-worn dance shoes have carried me on a whirlwind tour of exquisite performances and breathtaking talent. Let me whisk you through my own personal, curated selection of May's finest ballets, my dear. **A Glimpse of the Eternal in Moscow** I began my month with a pilgrimage to Moscow, lured by the Bolshoi's production of **"Giselle."** Now, "Giselle" isn't exactly a groundbreaking piece. You know, classic romanticism, the peasant girl, the wicked duke, the whole shebang. However, I'll confess, the magic of this ballet, especially at the Bolshoi, transcends the familiar narrative. Natalia Osipova as Giselle was simply divine, her movements so effortless and imbued with such palpable grief, it left me breathless. The way she floated across the stage in the Act II wilis scene, her ghostly grace illuminated by the silver moonlight, it simply sent chills down my spine. Her partner, David Hallberg, was equally sublime, a Prince Albrecht of steely nobility, his elegant phrasing complementing Osipova's ethereal quality perfectly. The Bolshoi's exquisite staging, their sumptuous costumes and breathtaking choreography combined to create an experience of such immersive beauty that I felt transported to a realm where love, betrayal, and loss became tangible, achingly real. **From Berlin with Love** Following Moscow, I landed in Berlin, lured by the city's famed Staatsballett and its legendary dancer, Marianela Nuñez. Oh, Marianela, how I adore her! The petite Argentine with the fiercest technique and most dazzlingly expressive face is an absolute force of nature. In **"La Sylphide,"** she embodied the mythical, elusive sylph with an otherworldly charm that drew you into her fantastical realm. It's quite the feat to make a ballet as old as "La Sylphide" feel both utterly familiar and startlingly fresh, but she achieved this with her exquisite lightness, her captivating emotionality, and the sheer thrill of her phenomenal leaps and pirouettes. Her partner, the distinguished Friedemann Vogel, offered a superb interpretation of James, his tender partnering perfectly counterbalanced by his controlled strength and the vulnerability he portrayed so poignantly. "La Sylphide" may be an oft-told story, my love, but Nuñez's mesmerizing performance made it feel brand new. **The Parisian Dream** Then, a journey to Paris, the city of lights and whispers of artistic inspiration. My dear, my search for the quintessential Parisian dance experience led me to the Musée Rodin, home to **"Le Sacre du Printemps"** performed by the esteemed Béjart Ballet Lausanne. What an incredible fusion of artistry! Imagine Rodin's iconic sculptures - the brooding "Thinker," the poignant "Kiss," and the dynamic "Balzac," amongst others - as a breathtaking backdrop to Stravinsky's revolutionary score and Maurice Béjart's dramatic choreography. The dancers, in stark white costumes that were almost a second skin, moved with a raw, visceral power that was perfectly complementary to the monumental sculptures surrounding them. Their fierce athleticism, coupled with their captivating, emotionally charged performance, created a truly unforgettable visual and auditory spectacle. "Le Sacre du Printemps," a ballet born of artistic upheaval, came alive again in the Musée Rodin with a captivating raw power that left me spellbound. **A Splash of Color in Tokyo** For a change of pace, my dear, I ventured to Tokyo, where the ballet scene is so alive and buzzing. A treat awaited at the Shibuya Bunka Kaikan in the form of the **"Firebird"** ballet, brought to life by the esteemed Tokyo Ballet company. Ah, the Firebird! So enchanting, so dramatic! The Tokyo Ballet's production, with its striking costumes and vibrant set, captured the fantasy and energy of Stravinsky's score perfectly. The ballerina as the Firebird, in her vivid, golden feathers and dazzling technique, captured the essence of this legendary creature. There's a certain litheness, a certain untamed power, to Japanese dance that makes the ballets so singular and beautiful. My eyes were rapt by their sinuous movements, their graceful gestures that transcended words and became poetry in motion. It was a performance that left me transfixed, my soul tingling with the wonder of it all. The Jewel of New York My journey then took me to New York City, the vibrant heart of dance. I landed at the New York City Ballet to watch **"Agon."** "Agon" is a notoriously complex ballet, one that demands extraordinary precision, strength, and agility. The NYCB's dancers, each one a veritable virtuoso, tackled Balanchine's intricate choreography with impressive skill and captivating elegance. The stark, black and white costumes were both sleek and striking, accentuating the clean, geometric lines of the movement. The music, an exciting tapestry of Igor Stravinsky’s percussive and rhythmic score, added to the overall impression of power and tension. And let's not forget the brilliance of the lighting; it sculpted the bodies in a way that created an intimate, almost kinetic beauty, turning the dance into an evolving work of art. My dear, this production of "Agon" left me thrilled, enthralled and utterly captivated by its power and the beauty it unleashed on stage. Enchantment Under the Stars Finally, for the grand finale, I traveled to Verona, Italy. Verona, home to the ancient arena that once witnessed the triumphs and tragedies of Rome. There, I sat under the Venetian sky and basked in the magic of the Verona Opera Festival. Now, a festival performance isn’t something one does every day. I've always felt there was something truly romantic and otherworldly about outdoor opera and ballets - the sensation of the night air upon you, the shimmer of the moon across the stage, the immensity of the ancient walls of the arena wrapping you in the echoes of centuries past. This year saw "La Traviata," a beloved operatic tale that resonated perfectly with the spectacular setting and atmosphere of the Verona arena. I’ll confess - a ballet is not an opera, yet the emotions surging from the Verona Opera's production made my heart flutter as if it were. The singers’ voices carried with such emotional force, the stage design was so sumptuous - that sense of immensity, that aura of ancient romance, made the performance absolutely breathtaking. So, there you have it, my dear. A month filled with such joyful whirlwinds of beauty and talent from around the world! I've spent this past month drinking in the poetry of movement, being moved by the expressions of grace and power. As a dancer, I know well the labor that goes into bringing these stories to life - the repetition, the dedication, the sweat and tears. But that’s what makes it all the more spectacular, my love, because on that stage, you see not just the steps, but the passion and the dreams that come alive. That's what the ballet has always offered, a sense of enchantment that lifts us up, makes us believe, and reminds us of the magic in our hearts. Now, until next month - let the dancing begin!