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...ballet, "Waterbaby Bagatelles," with choreography by the ultra-innovative Twyla Tharp, ranges from hauntingly mechanical to precociously cute. A gigantic grid of flourescent lights dangling at varying angles just inches above the dancers' heads adds to the surreal, Blade Runner-esque mood onstage. No-sweat-showing spandex and stretch velvet seem to be costume designer Santo Loquasto's fabrics of choice for this production--the men don shimmery silver tank tops and billowy white pants, while the women wear either two-color fluttery gowns resembling beach cover-ups, or bathing beauty-style suits and hair kercheifs. All this, added...
Oddly enough, each of the seven segments of the dance developed a strong sexual charge, though the dancers' emotional intensity remained at a cool, aloof low. In Segment III in particular, Larissa Ponomarenko and Paul Thrussel entwined themselves over and over again in matching navy velvet outfits. Even the audience's pulse ran quickly, but like the lighting and the mood of the sub-ambient music, a strong emotional detachment pervaded this particular ballet...
When it comes to restaurants, there are those who want their romance flashy--red velvet curtains, fancy lingerie and hand-held fans hanging on the walls and waiters with thick accents who call you a "beautiful senorita...
Across the hall from Hahn and Murphy another group has tapped the Mather aesthetic, this time with a single element--a couch. The three-pieced mass of red crushed-velvet stretches along two walls of the suite. But the brilliance of this couch does not come from its titanic size. Instead, small liquor cabinets, discretely hidden in the backrest, have generated the couch's fame among students. One compartment in the center even has a section that rotates around to reveal its contents. From an interior design perspective, this hipster davenport virtually eliminates any need for further decor. In fact...
...recommend to you an essay by Virginia Woolf about the magical hours of the winter days in London when the sky used to drop like a velvet drape and the street lamps and the lights in the shops popped on in protest...