#Vienna ballet

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Hmm I have so many questions about the costumes. Let’s start with this:

Why?

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Denys Cherevychko | Vienna State Ballet (Wiener Staatsballett)

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Corps de Ballet photographed in the Restaged Tour in Vienna, photo by Robert Meyer through Ema Amaral

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Davide Dato - Wiener Staatsballett - photo by Ashley Taylor

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Vienna Opera Ballet School. 1953

Photo: Erich Lessing

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foolish love

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Ioanna Avraam and Arne Vandervelde

Ioanna Avraam as “Odette” and Arne Vandervelde as “Prince Siegfried”, “Swan Lake Schwanensee“, music by Pyotr Tchaikovsky Пётр Чайковский, choreo by Rudolf Nureyev Рудольф Нуреев, Marius Petipa and Lev Ivanov Лев Иванов, scenery and costume design by Luisa Spinatelli, Wiener Staatsballett Vienna State Ballet, Wiener Staatsoper, Vienna, Austria.

Source and more info at: Vienna State Ballet Website Vienna State Ballet on Twitter Vienna State Ballet on You Tube Vienna State Ballet on Facebook Vienna State Ballet on Instagram

Photographer Ashley Taylor Website Photographer Ashley Taylor on Instagram

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Today's watch: 🎊 

Vienna New Years concert, 2003

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Happy belated 83rd birthday, Bugs Bunny!

Credit goes to @outouni for doing this commission of Kirlia dressed as prima ballerina Bugs Bunny from the Tales from the Vienna Woods segment of A Corny Concerto on January 20, 2023.

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How many times have you watched this?

Yes.

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Davide Dato | Vienna State Ballet (Wiener Staatsballett) | Photo by Ashley Taylor

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applause

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Brendan Saye - Wiener Staatsballett - photo by Daniel Gossmann

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@motsimages : All ballet can be a porn movie... IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

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Travels with Jonathan Harker, in pictures

If our good friend Jonathan Harker had sent us some photos along with his lovely email, here's what he might have included. All photos are as close to contemporary as I could find.

Left Munich at 8:35 P. M.:

arriving at Vienna early next morning:

Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets:

We left in pretty good time, and came after nightfall to Klausenburgh:

All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or castles on the top of steep hills such as we see in old missals:

sometimes we ran by rivers and streams which seemed from the wide stony margin on each side of them to be subject to great floods:

The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist. They had all full white sleeves of some kind or other, and most of them had big belts with a lot of strips of something fluttering from them like the dresses in a ballet, but of course there were petticoats under them:

(on the left: the Romanian royal family in peasant cosplay in the early 1900s; on the right, a photoshoot of Romanian national dress in 1868)

It was on the dark side of twilight when we got to Bistritz, which is a very interesting old place:

Bonus: a postcard Jonathan might have picked up for Mina.

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König x Ballet dancer!Reader?

You passed through years of training. Being accepted into one of the famous ballet schools of Vienna was nothing to snooze about - and you were on track to become yet another nameless swan in the second row. With a shelve life of just about 10 years, your life was set to be a parade of mediocrity from the start. Without a rich sponsor to give you connections and without any of your professors looking at you twice, you exited college with a stable job in the background. Sometimes, accepting scraps being thrown at the main dancers, you knew your place - you ached for dance and beauty, and you got it. This is why a bouquet of blood-red roses sitting heavily in your hands still feels like a dream. The man in front of you is not a normal opera guest. His suit is tailored - not for the sake of showing off the price, but because this man is simply too huge for anything made in-store, no matter how expensive the store is. His suit is tailored professionally and yet, he still looks uncomfortable. A mountain of a man confined into the prison of tight fabric - you tilts your head to the side, wondering what is he doing here. He is wearing a black mask, which is normal for many patrons - especially the older ones, still afraid to die after what happened just a few years ago. You can only see his eyes and you're getting lost in the cold. It reminds you of a mountain snow. Of the white fabric of your dress - and suddenly, you almost feel like breaking your perfect posture. You don't look into the viewer's seats while you're dancing, but you can't shake the feeling that you recognize this heavy stare from somewhere. He was following your every movement while you were on the stage, not caring for the beauty of the front dancer and the elegant movements of your peers. You're painfully average in everything - but his attention never fails to get on you. He is giving you gruff, cut-out compliments. Something about your legs, your hips. Something dirty about the way you look in that tight tutu, and you almost gather the strength to slap him, but then he flashes his credit card, and it feels like a ticket out of mediocrity. Always the second last in the deep row, you never had any fans looking at you like this. With this amount of longing, of depravity. You start getting better roles after he started to show up. You're not sure why and how - he has money, that's for certain, but he definitely doesn't seem like the type to have connections in the industry. If you had to guess, you would see him as working in the military - but no one from Austrian army would have as much influence, not in your country. If you had to guess, this guy is dangerous, and you're almost terrified to see the dark red flash of flowers every time you exit backstage and see him. But, oh, he presses you against the walls and kisses you. But, oh, he can lift you up so easily and force you to grind on his knee in search for pleasure - you have stamina, all dancers have it, and he knows he can go for much longer than with a regular girl. Your affection is bought with compliments and euro bills stuck in your leotard like you're a cheap whore, but you almost feel like a French girl while he is holding you like this. He asks you about retirement. Tells you he would build you a dance studio in his house - something big, with space and perfect light. Give you all the attention you need. You almost feel yourself getting lost in his awkwardness. Little did you know he wasn't really asking.