Deux? Trois? Quatre?
Adrian and I have been rehearsing Tolstoy’s Waltz for about four weeks now, and are learning that although the costume seems to have a mind of its own, it can be trained to obey commands. In the photo above, we imagine the worst-case scenario and possible mishap.
Adrian also pointed out that dancing with me when my hair is not up in a bun is like having yet another partner to contend with. Therefore, our pas de deux has turned into a pas de quatre!