22 December 2010
Like lots of little girls I was enchanted by pictures and books about ballerinas and Rattling On's reminiscences today about Christmas presents reminded me of a music box I was given as a child which opened to reveal a little dancer dancing on a mirror. I never got to go to the ballet until I was very much older, by which time my interests lay elsewhere. So, taking refuge with a friend at the V&A today from even the idea of shopping, I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the somewhat theatrical Diaghilev/ Ballets Russes exhibition - amazing costumes, paintings, sketches, artefacts, video, music. And colour, so much colour, swathes of red but also those rich colours drawn from traditional Russian peasant costumes - pink, orange, yellow, cobalt blue, teal. Towards the end there was a shadow performance of an extract from The Firebird that was so captivating it gave me goosebumps.
So very much more inspiring than queuing at a till.