From one side of Circular Quay, a vision and essence of white, shimmering in a cool and clean air. On the other, a black jacket over a black shirt under a black belt holding up black pants covering black shoes. Dark grey socks make the join between.
Polarised in wardrobe, the like minds make a path undercover from rain toward the Sydney Opera House's Opera Theatre. Quite a buzz fills the air as the patrons wait around for the doors to close.
White, a three act program selecting the cool, clean and pristine from the history of ballet.
High up in the dress circle, a clear and unobstructed view. Only five dollars difference between these seats and the rows just outside the reverb of the orchestra pit. Timing is far more the factor as all those in the stalls are gone within weeks of the announcement more than a month ago.
La Bayadère opens the night with a beautiful tale of a prince and his love. Or loss of. Or something. Not entirely sure.
Relic follows on next. A chaotic display of power and energy with no clear or reasonable line of narrative. Brutally fresh and fierce.
Suite en blanc closes it all out with a stunning array and display of talent and sheer showboating. Light, fun and whimsical all over their skill and mastery in leotards and tutus.
Only at the end of each act is the synopsis even taken to for a clarification. Sneaking a peek would defeat the purpose of interpretation. Occasional wafts of Ralph Lauren from below play havoc with the nose. Looking more than the jeans and denim in rows behind and in front, a bowtie was on the cards. The absence only caused by a silk vest nowhere to be seen.
One more notch on the hit list of cultural events. Next stop, in a time beyond in the future, the opera.
Hopefully.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 17 May 2005 - 16:01
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