Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux Spirit of the Dance (after façade figure, Opéra Garnier) ca. 1870 plaster Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Louis Fleckenstein Theodore Kosloff of the Russian Ballet (Kosloff became a silent movie star in Hollywood) ca. 1910 gelatin silver print Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
Foulsham & Banfield Ltd. Léonide Massine in The Good-Humoured Ladies (Ballets Russes costume by Léon Bakst) ca. 1917 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Arnold Genthe Portrait of Anna Pavlova 1915 gelatin silver print Library of Congress, Washington DC |
Lotte Jacobi Head of a Dancer (Niura Norskaya) 1929 gelatin silver print Yale University Art Gallery |
Mary McCartney John Made-Up (Royal Ballet, London) 2004 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Sasha Alexandra Danilova in Le Bal (Ballets Russes costume by Giorgio de Chirico) 1929 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Bern Schwartz Rudolf Nureyev 1977 dye transfer print National Portrait Gallery, London |
Jane Bown Rudolf Nureyev in rehearsal 1964 gelatin silver print National Portrait Gallery, London |
Carl Van Vechten Alexandra Danilova in Pas de Quatre 1948 gelatin silver print Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Edna Walling Graham Smith, Ballet Dancer ca. 1960 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
Rex Whistler Make-up Design for The Infanta's Birthday (staged by the London school of Mme. Karsavina) 1932 watercolor Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Anonymous Russian Photographer Vaslav Nijinsky in Le Roi Candaule (at the Bolshoi in Saint Petersburg) ca. 1906-1908 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Arthur F. Kales From the Ballet ca. 1920 platinum print Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
Laurie Lewis Deborah Bull, Royal Ballet, London 1993 C-print National Portrait Gallery, London |
Bertram Park Tamara Karsavina in The Firebird (Ballets Russes) ca. 1910-20 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
from Intermezzo
The cloud is jumping, umbrella of azure, yes,
to awaken counting in a heart asleep.
They are practicing their prairie-sententiousness
up at the villa, with five fingers, irreparable.
And their felicity is più. O world!
Windows of toast flutter through a silence
which is the mystery of melting things.
Reinflamed at the first breast he saw the flock
hoisting its tailfeathers over a grey pond,
a cloudy languor fanned his heart into the air.
Unlike the others, he was smiling, his lips
spattered with snow, whispering "We shouldn't"
while the various banners of intimacy
drifted towards the open sea, reoriented, leaping.
– Frank O'Hara (1926-1966)