This weekend Brent and I went to see the Ballet West production of Dracula. It was by far the most moving and stunningly beautiful ballet I have ever seen. I’m prone to love the dark, brooding storyline already, but seeing it paired with incredible costumes, ornate props, and eiree lighting was fantastic. The first act takes place entirely in Dracula’s crypt, his many wives gliding around the stage to the powerful music of Franz Liszt, each movement accentuated by their pale flowing dresses. Instead of the classic rounded port au bras, the dancers had limp zombie-like arms and movements. Everything was perfect. It was a breathtaking show, as per usual with Ballet West. They always impress.
Shakespeare said it best: "The world's a city full of straying streets." If you just wander, it's amazing what you'll find and where you'll end up.
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