Word: classicists
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Unlike dancemakers who favor the hard-edged, stripped-down contemporary idiom that he crisply dismisses as "technoballet," Wheeldon is an unabashed classicist. His style, a bracingly confident fusion of George Balanchine's structural clarity with the sunny lyricism of Frederick Ashton, is respectful of tradition without stooping to imitation. He's also a sucker for tutus, toe shoes and moonlit pas de deux. "I don't have much angst in me," he says. "I love to be romantic...
Although his garments are less overtly opulent, Robinson too has gained attention as an ardent avoider of fad. A modern, never-staid classicist, he is known for his fine tailoring and use of luxurious fabrics, some of which are his own innovations. "Patrick is much more about style than trend, and the customer appreciates this," explains Nicole Fischelis, vice president and fashion director of Saks Fifth Avenue, which carries Robinson's line. "There is an integrity to his design that's very special...
Henderson explained that the Loeb's current version of Aristophanes "may be a little dated" and that its author, 19th century classicist B.B. Rogers, "was only as Aristophanic as the Victorian Age would allow...
Unfortunately, Art is an overrated trifle: one of those small, schematic finger exercises that seem to win critical praise in direct proportion to their lack of ambition. The characters are all too easy to parse: Serge is a modernist but really a dilettante; Marc, a classicist who's a snob underneath; Yvan, an art-naif who goes whichever way the wind blows. The audience has little investment in the clash between them because their friendship seems implausible from the get-go: there's no explanation of how or why they became friends, no real sense of closeness. This might...
Trained as a classicist, Morrow first went to dig up axheads in the Western Desert in 1980. Returning to her home in upstate New York for Christmas, she woke up one morning to hear that her 20-year-old brother had died in a car crash (as their sister had before him). Making her way back to the ancient world, as if in response, she soon found herself being passed over the heads of a crowd in Aswan and onto a ferry where men "reclined in circles smoking honey-soaked tobacco in water pipes," their eyes the "shades of lavender...