Hello my darling Tutu Tribe! Emma here, your pink-clad guide to all things tutu-licious! It's another delightful Tuesday and you know what that means… time to delve into the wondrous history of ballet's most iconic garment – the tutu!
This week we're going back in time to December 6th, 1960 – a date filled with elegance, grace, and… well, probably a touch of tulle. You see, in 1960, the ballet world was bursting with creativity and innovation! We're talking groundbreaking choreography, exquisite costumes, and a burgeoning love affair with the tutu that just wouldn't quit.
To give you some context, imagine the world in 1960… the fashion was chic, the music was dreamy, and the thrill of a ballet performance was a real treat! But to truly grasp this historical gem, you have to understand the evolution of the tutu itself. Oh, it wasn't always as fabulous as it is today, you know! Think… stiff, voluminous, super-layered tulle – the Victorian era's idea of en pointe style!
Imagine me, wearing such a contraption! Honestly, dear reader, I wouldn't even make it to the station for a show in that mess, let alone onto the stage!
Fast forward to the 1960s. The tutu had undergone a serious makeover! It became more streamlined, lightweight, and daring. Gone were the rigid layers that resembled oversized marshmallow puffs. In their place, were flowy, expressive fabrics that showcased a dancer's movement, like silk ribbons fluttering in the wind. Oh, the possibilities! It opened the door to exciting, groundbreaking choreography, which, darling, led to some utterly mesmerizing performances.
But don't forget the importance of colour! 1960 was the year for vibrant, impactful shades. Ballet dancers embraced a rainbow of colors, using the tutu as their expressive palette. A flash of vibrant red for passion, the coolness of azure blue for ethereal elegance, or the sheer drama of midnight black – divine!
On this day, December 6th, 1960, the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow would be performing, perhaps Swan Lake or Giselle! Oh, to be whisked away to Russia in a puff of tulle to see it myself! It was a magical time, my loves, where the tutu was truly elevated to a work of art.
Oh, darling, did I mention I have some wonderful news? I managed to snag tickets to see a revival of the Romeo & Juliet ballet next week at the Royal Opera House! How perfectly delightful, wouldn’t you say? And believe me, you'll find me dancing in a pink tulle dream, feeling every single twirl and leap with pure joy.
Before you go, dear reader, let me remind you to take a moment and embrace the joy of a good old-fashioned twirl. Who knows, perhaps this week, you might be inspired to wear a pink tutu of your own? Maybe pop over to www.pink-tutu.com, and let's inspire a tutu-filled fashion revolution!
Until next week, stay pink, and always twirl with a sprinkle of magic.
Love, Emma xoxo
