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Enterprises that Require New Clothes

New York City Ballet / David H. Koch Theater, Lincoln Center, NYC / September 17 – October 13, 2013

On September 19, with considerable fanfare in the media, the New York City Ballet gave its Fall gala.  The orchestra was raised on a platform, liberated from the pit that is its usual home, to let the spectators ogle the musicians.  The downstairs portion of the audience, many of them clearly one-percenters, was outfitted in expensive-date-night costume.  Plenty to look at without a dancer yet in sight.  Then the musicians charged the air with excitement, an enthusiastic rendering of John Adams’ Short Ride in a Fast Machine urging them on.  Finally the dancing took over—the three major pieces on the program having their world premiere.  Each was first introduced by a video that expanded upon Martins’ notion of allowing high-end designer fashion to play an important role in City Ballet’s proceedings and, by this means, to increase the company’s audience.

Up first was Justin Peck’s Capricious Maneuvers, set to music by Lucas Foss.  The costuming is by Prabal Gurung (who, a program note wanted us to know, has clothed both Michelle Obama and the Duchess of Cambridge).   The five dancers who share the stage space looked fresh and lively in a stern but striking palette of black, white, and red.  There’s an onstage piano, around which the dancers gather when not in action–a move that is already a cliché.

pk-capricious-maneuvers-3-girls-2-boys_620rNew York City Ballet in Justin Peck’s Capricious Maneuvers
Photo:  Paul Kolnik

When they were fully animated, the performers looked like a cheery group of youngsters, a population typical of the disarmingly ingenuous types beloved by Jerome Robbins in his earlier and lighter ballets.  If Peck had been given an explicit assignment, it seemed to be the job of creating an inviting curtain raiser.  Capricious Maneuvers fills that order well enough, but it hardly filled the role of striking the viewer as something he or she didn’t already know.

If Peck’s contribution was charged with gaiety, Benjamin Millepied, named as the boss-to-be of the Paris Opera Ballet, initiated a heavy mood of doom that paralyzed the spirit.  Its title?  Neverwhere.  Its music?  By Nico Muhly, a frequent Millepied collaborator.  Its costumes?  By Iris Van Herpen, who is prominent (and attractively modest) in the introductory videotape.

pk-neverwhere-sterling-hyltin-and-tyler-angle-trance_1000rSterling Hyltin and Tyler Angle in Benjamin Millepied’s Neverwhere
Photo:  Paul Kolnik

Costume-wise, the big deal in this piece is the outré foot-gear.  The six dancers in the ballet, three of each gender, wear practice garb in a fabric that looks like patent leather (but is light-years away, I can assure you, from kiddies’ Mary Janes).  The women sport knee-high boots of a similar fabric.  These ladies are also assigned short-skirted tutus that capture the light and have the appearance of dark (and, surely, evil) stars.

By the way, it’s just the women who wear the boots.  The men are made to look barefoot in soft, flesh-colored ballet slippers.  Surely there’s some amateur psychology lurking here, but I can’t bear to think of it, it’s so obviously faux-sophisticated.  Or perhaps the foot-gear budget had gone way over its limit.  The choreography is of negligible interest.  And I suspect that the costuming is sheer eye candy—licorice perhaps.

It’s hard to know what the choreography may be trying to tell us—if anything.  It seems to consist of brief, unrelated situations that have no affect at all.  Here and there it simply yields one pretty position after another.  Lots of the dancing takes place against a huge pyramid, which, as time goes by (oh so slowly), gets bathed in various colors of light.  At one point a woman keeps testing the grip a man has on her—until he simply carries her away as if she were an unwieldy package he was destined to drop off at his next stop.  At another point we see a duet disappearing, each of its dancers retreating to his or her corner, so to speak.  But the choreography is largely devoid of instances of simple human connection.  Who knows?  Maybe the Parisians, who use aloofness as their default manner, will think it’s le dernier cri.

pk-spectral-evidence-tiler-peck-robert-fairchild-swoon_1000rTiler Peck and Robert Fairchild in Angelin Preljocaj’s Spectral Evidence
Photo:  Paul Kolnik

Last of the new works was Spectral Evidence by Angelin Preljocaj, set to music by John Cage and costumed by Olivier Theyskens.  If you worked hard at making the choreography “mean” something, you might have decided it was a gloss on the witchcraft hysteria that riddled Salem at the close of the seventeenth century.  Theyskens offered muted clues:  the men tightly clad in uniform forbidding black suits, while the women were wrapped in flowing pearly white, ornamented with red streaks that looked much like rivulets of blood.  I couldn’t help wondering why Preljocaj chose to ignore the teachings Balanchine set forth again and again a good while ago, confidently demonstrating, through the example of his own ballets, the differences among the nature of literal narrative, suggestions of narrative, and absence of narrative, all of which he handled with aplomb.

At any rate, Spectral Evidence remained uncertain—and ineffectual—whether considered as a near-abstract ballet or one that referenced a specific historical event in America’s culture.  Its confusion and its refusal to make any point decisively only added to the sense of hopelessness that grew more leaden until the audience was revived with a bit of Balanchine’s upbeat Western Symphony, then mercifully allowed to go home.  I hope the watchers in the dark this evening remember the authority and elegance of the company’s dancers, despite the choreography they had no choice but to illuminate as best they could.

pk-western-symphony-gala-corps_500rBalanchine’s Western Symphony, performed in October, 2010
Photo:  Paul Kolnik

As for the decision to overemphasize the importance of “what the dancers wore,” I feel this is a good moment to point out it was at Balanchine’s wish that in the house program the credits for each ballet the company danced at a given performance were listed with the creator of the music first; the choreographer’s name came second.  The new ballets unveiled at the gala program—in deed if not in word—put its money on the clothes.  We should remember, too, that for some of the most significant Balanchine ballets—The Four Temperaments being one example—the costumes found their final form by being “reduced” to the simplest of practice clothes.

© 2013 Tobi Tobias

Comments

  1. The Millepied costumes are in fact made of many thousands of pieces of an industrial plastic sewn onto a fabric base. One of NYCB’s costume shop workers was sitting in front of me at the ballet on Wednesday and told me about them. You can see samples in a vitrine house right, right after the ticket takers: tutus, boots, the lot.

    • barbara spender says:

      The women’s costumes are still among the ugliest and most unflattering that I’ve seen in years.

      • Close up, the costumes look as though they would be restrictive to wear and especially uncomfortable for partnering. Considerable ingenuity must have been required to cut and sew them, beyond the ingenuity entailed in designing them. The glossy plastic scales are each sewn along one edge, overlapping, with an effect like armor. (Also like a certain kind of IKEA lighting fixture in a particularly hostile mood.) And, as Tobi says, at a distance I am sure, they must look just like licorice patent leather. But the person I spoke to told me that the dancers don’t seem to mind them much. There are good reasons, I would suggest, for ballet costume designers, who understand from experience and training how to make costumes for ballet, to be given the work of making them. One thing the hand told me was how intrusive it was to have photographers and film crews day after day in the costume shop, normally a private hive of intense labor, as part of the company’s effort to capitalize on the PR-potunities involved.

  2. Martha Ullman West says:

    Ms. Tobias speaks with authority here, for she has long been “Obsessed by Dress” and has written a book of that title. On the whole, I’m glad to have missed the City Ballet gala, although I am reminded that when Coco Chanel and Claude Debussy were covering concerts for one of the Parisian rags in the Twenties (or perhaps earlier), the former wrote about the clothes and the latter the music. Thanks, TT, always illuminating to go to the theater with you.

  3. Myra Malkin says:

    Your review (I wasn’t there), along with the Bigonzetti ballet I saw on Thursday, made me think sadly of a wonderful remark in Paul Taylor’s autobiography. He says: “No craft, however finely honed, can disguise a passionless base.” It’s not that the choreographers are personally passionless, I think, but that the passion isn’t coming through the pipeline into the choreography, isn’t “translated” into choreography. Maybe just another way of saying that skill may not be accompanied by a sufficiency of talent. (I have hopes of Justin Peck, though.)

    • zoya Jakowlew says:

      Zoya Jakowlew says:
      I chose not to go to the gala although it was fun to read about it. Instead I chose to see Robbins’ Dances at a Gathering, which is being done only once this season. Of course I had to sit through Vespro, another Eurotrash ballet where men manipulate the women and the costumes are pretty bad. The music was nice, at least. Dances was worth waiting for and the cast was terrific. Next season it
      is paired with even worse ballets, so I’m glad I saw it now.

  4. sandi kurtz says:

    Several years ago, Mark Dendy made a Les Biches for Pacific Northwest Ballet that had Ariana Lallone stalking around the stage in thigh-high patent leather pointe shoes/boots. I’m afraid I remember much more about the costume than I do about the choreography — not a good balance.

  5. I remember going to Agon when I was a child. Balanchine was still alive. Having grown up in a world where Balanchine had always existed, it never occurred to me that there was an alternative. The costumes were just white tops and black tights. The ballet utterly slayed me. Peter Martins was just a beautiful thing you saw out on the balcony during intermission, on nights he was not dancing. It’s different now.

  6. Kenneth Conway says:

    I love beautiful clothes, but I love music and dance more. Glad I wasn’t there.

  7. Tobi — your rather grim review would almost have me believe Jennifer Homans’ dreary proclamation, “Ballet is dead!”

  8. Paul Parish says:

    Thanks for the report, Tobi.

    I wonder what Bradon MacDonald might have done for them [are you watching Project Runway?]. He MIGHT have been able to help.

    Actually, from the photograph, the Preljocaj costumes don’t look impossible. But if the choreography is arbitrary and the music irrelevant, there’s not much the costumes can DO. There’s no point in having dancers wear couture — the effects cancel each other out. it’s like letting Karen Graham talk. “Redet sie nicht zuviel — du bist ja huebsch genug.”

  9. As I think I’ve said before here, dance costumes are the hardest to do of pretty much anything in theater costuming. Couture fashion often seems to have nothing to do with moving, no less dancing. It seems more an issue of attracting new customers and a European sensibility for NYCB. If I remember correctly, Anna Kisselgoff once said (approximately) that the problem with European dance is that it looks lousy to us. I watch snippets of it on TV and wonder what’s these guys’ problem, where the opening seconds of a Taylor piece on a recent PBS broadcast had me riveted. It’s true of American choreographers like Butler and Tetley who were popular in Europe and yet Balanchine and Karenska managed to speak fluently to an American sensibility. It’s a bit of a mystery to me. I’d have loved to see the program though, if only to strongly hate it.

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