On Thursday night I saw the Boston Ballet's newly choreographed Next Generation. It was a total departure from the classic ballets I've seen for years, with edgier music with prominent rhythm paired with contemporary dance styles. Sometimes there was robotic movement, sometimes beautiful, Schubert-shmeared couples acting out emotion in clean, autumn-colored costumes. There were men in white dancing on white strips of light, and women in gray costumes with dark red underskirts. The last piece was all in blue with sparkling blue sequin crowns and watery, magical music.
Watching pieces choreographed by young women and executed with incredible technical skill gives wonderful insight into oneself. Each movement was just beautiful, something that-- I feel-- is bound to rub off.