A magical evening: English National Ballet’s Swan Lake
Emma Hawes’ Odette is the stuff from which dreams are spun: a wonderful combination of imposing lines and tender vulnerability.
Emma Hawes’ Odette is the stuff from which dreams are spun: a wonderful combination of imposing lines and tender vulnerability.
Mayerling in London and Paris. “Muntagirov is a rare Rudolph, one whose decline is as agonizingly real as it is exquisitely danced.”
Poignant reminders of dance’s ability to create universes with earthly moorings but lined with stardust
Pazcoguin writes with eviscerating directness and a fiendish sense of humour that perhaps offers a certain distance from the darkness of her material