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<\/a>(L to R) New York City Ballet dancers Andrew Veyette, Taylor Stanley, Brittany Pollack, Ashly Isaacs, and Kristen Segin in Justin Peck’s Capricious Maneuvers<\/em>. Photo: Paul Kolnik<\/p><\/div>\n Gala performances are strange animals\u2014the bigger the dance company, the more lavish they have to be. Money is spent so that more money may accrue. At the New York City Ballet\u2019s Fall Gala in its Lincoln Center home, designer Bronson van Wyck has hung huge blue-and-white and red-and-white-striped hot air balloons over the promenade\u2014each bearing a basket of flowers. Hopes flying high. A thank you and a hint to the patrons who will dine there after the performance.<\/p>\n The theme of this gala is fashion. Important guests walk a red carpet to enter the theater. Some of them wear impressive gowns and partake with care of the hors d\u2019oeuvres being passed (catering by Bite)\u2014the most startling of which has three ingredients (one is cognac) packed into a morsel smaller than a ping-pong ball. Each of the evening\u2019s three premieres features costumes by interesting fashion designers: Prabal Gurung for Justin Peck\u2019s Capricious Maneuvers<\/i>, Iris Van Herpen for Benjamin Millepied\u2019s Neverwhere<\/i>, and Olivier Theyskens for Angelin Preljocaj\u2019s Spectral Evidence. <\/i><\/p>\n Each ballet is preceded by a short film featuring the designers at work. These films are enlightening and not without bits of sly humor (some of it unintentional), as the designers and choreographers discuss what they need, and the company\u2019s costume supervisor, Marc Happel, tries to make it happen. The dancers being fitted cope with such items as boots made of a sliced, black, metal-like substance that pull on over their pointe shoes (Van Herpen), and odd-shaped slabs of a red plastic substance that are attached to the white garments worn by the women in Spectral Evidence. <\/i>(Theyskens).<\/p>\n No thank-you speeches tonight, and the program runs smoothly without a break. NYCB\u2019s management knows that if you give this stellar crowd an intermission, you\u2019ll have trouble herding them back into the theater (too much to chat about and stare at). Appropriately enough, the overture by one of Artistic Director Peter Martins\u2019s favorite composers, John Adams, is titled Short Ride in a Fast Machine. <\/i><\/p>\n Brittany Pollack and Taylor Stanley in Capricious Maneuvers<\/em>. Photo: Paul Kolnik<\/p><\/div>\n As an extra perk for gala-goers, Capricious Maneuvers<\/i> and Neverwhere<\/i> are announced as one-time-only events. Which is too bad, because both are smartly made and interesting to watch\u2014certainly not flashy throw-aways. I\u2019m embarrassed to say that I have missed seeing any of Peck\u2019s previous ballets for the company, only heard about this young NYCB soloist\u2019s considerable talent. His new ballet is fresh and clever. Pianist Alan Moverman and cellist Fred Zlotkin play Lukas Foss\u2019s Capriccio <\/i>on one side of the stage, and various of the five dancers hang out by the piano when they take a break from dancing. Gurung has costumed the three women (Ashly Isaacs, Brittany Pollack, and Kristen Segin) in short red, black, or white dresses made of a light, ragged-edged fabric that whips out nicely when the dancers spin. Andrew Veyette and Taylor Stanley wear black tights and have black harnesses strapped over their white wife beaters. Capricious indeed.<\/p>\n Peck pits frisky classical steps with bits of irregular behavior. The women briefly support the men when the latter wish to turn, and Veyette, who performs splendidly in a solo, ends up supine on the floor. The situation is the opposite of that made famous in Jerome Robbins\u2019s Fancy Free. <\/i>In that 1943 hit, three sailors vie for two women. Peck\u2019s three women display no particular rivalry. In this playful piece, they\u2019re pals. So what if Pollack duets with Stanley? The evening is young.<\/p>\n Tyler Angle and Sterling Hyltin in Benjamin Millepied’s Neverwhere<\/em>. Photo: Paul Kolnik<\/p><\/div>\n Millepied\u2019s Neverwhere<\/i> is longer and darker. A low, light-streaked, pyramid-shaped expanse of pale material contrasts with the black backdrop against (or behind?) which it\u2019s set. In the silence before pianist Nancy McDill and violist Maureen Gallagher begin to play Nico Muhly\u2019s Drones and Viola<\/i> from the pit, you can hear Van Herpen\u2019s costumes. Not only do they sparkle in Mark Stanley\u2019s lighting, they rattle. Clad in what looks like gleaming jet-black armor or beetles\u2019 carapaces, the five dancers (Tyler Angle, Emilie Gerrity, Joseph Gordon, Craig Hall, Sterling Hyltin, and Lauren Lovette) look like members of a chic planetary tribe that might baffle any Star Ship Enterprise crew. How Happel and his costume-shop assistants manage to make Van Herpen\u2019s radical designs (which are constructed of material not usually worn by human beings) fit and not encumber the gallant dancers is something of a miracle. As they move about in Stanley\u2019s lighting, flashes of white and blue appear and vanish on the shining scales that encase them.<\/p>\n These people are not robots though. Not far into the piece, they\u2019re all on the floor, and the lights go out. When we see them again, they\u2019re huddled together at the back. As the viola begins to call out slowly, one dancer becomes a body for the whole group to support. But Millepied isn\u2019t telling any stories, nor does he seem to embrace the fascinating music\u2019s structural principle. In each movement one or the other instrument establishes a drone and maintains it throughout, with possible changes of intensity, while the other instrument weaves its own song. \u201cThe idea,\u201d Muhly has written, \u201cis something not unlike singing along with one\u2019s vacuum cleaner, or with the subtle but constant humming found in most dwelling-places.\u201d<\/p>\n Millepied is an adroit choreographer, able to create intrepid, variegated patterns within a classical framework. The three women travel together through a fast-footed trio, circling their arms, and finishing with a skein of piqu\u00e9 <\/i>turns. The three men work in close proximity\u2014non-competitively muscling around. There\u2019s a duet for Lovett and Hall, one for Gerrity and Gordon, and a longer one for Sterling Hyltin and Tyler Angle\u2014two marvelously fluent and sensual dancers. Neverwhere<\/i>, as its title suggests, is something of a mystery. You could think of it like this: a band of brave dancers marooned on a distant planet get together and remember Balanchine.<\/p>\n Spectral Evidence<\/i> is not Preljocaj\u2019s first ballet for NYCB. In 1997, he choreographed La Stravaganza<\/i> for the company\u2019s Diamond Project (Millepied danced in it, as he did in the 2009 revival). In the earlier ballet, programmed for the company\u2019s 2014 spring season, inhabitants of two worlds gradually mix; some are contemporary people, while others appear to have emerged from a painting by Vermeer. A weird but fascinating piece. Spectral Evidence<\/i>, instead, mingles \u201creal\u201d people and the spirits they dream about, with confusing, if highly theatrical results.<\/p>\n Tiler Peck and Robert Fairchild in Angelin Preljocaj’s Spectral Evidence<\/em>. Photo: Paul Kolnik<\/p><\/div>\n The title refers to evidence accepted at the Salem witch trials in 17th<\/sup>-century New England, although even a strict Puritan like Cotton Mather doubted that it wasn\u2019t always reliable. If a person, the reasoning went, dreams of a familiar member of the community exhibiting\u00a0 possibly diabolical behavior, then the person dreamed of could be a witch. The seizures and rantings and pointing fingers began in Salem as inexplicable hysteria among girl children and spread through other Massachusetts communities, with accusations brought against apparently devout and law-abiding citizens, along with healers and others suspected of conspiring with the Devil. No one knew what to believe; the innocent thought they might be guilty; a mother was executed as the result of testimony drawn from her four-year-old daughter. At Salem, many were tried, 19 were hanged, and one who would not confess was pressed to death with stones.<\/p>\n The calamitous story was told in a play, Arthur Miller\u2019s The Crucible<\/i>, and in a movie based on it. History is not always suitable dance material, so Preljocaj re-wrote it in order to create a sexy and movement-enabling narrative. None of the girls who started the madness in Salem were accused of anything. But Tiler Peck, Megan Fairchild, Georgina Pazcoguin, and Gretchen Smith, the four daring female dancers in Spectral Evidence <\/i>are dreamed-of young temptresses who whisper what are surely tales of forbidden pleasure into the ears of stiffly upright young men (Robert Fairchild, Adrian Danchig-Waring, Chase Finlay, and Amar Ramasar\u2014all terrific), who look far more satanic than the women in their semi-transparent, loose-fitting white dresses with those ugly red patches sewn to them.<\/p>\n (L to R): Adrian Danchig-Waring, Amar Ramasar and Megan Fairchild, Robert Fairchild and Tiler Peck, Chase Finlay and Gretchen Smith in Spectral Evidence<\/em>. Photo: Paul Kolnik<\/p><\/div>\n Ironically, the ballet (which uses few classical steps and no pointe shoes) is set to some unusual recorded compositions by John Cage for voice and electronic effects. Some of the pieces sound quite \u201choly,\u201d as if a minister were chanting in the wilderness; at least one is charged with harsh, heavy breathing, gibberish, and eruptions from what could well be hell. It\u2019s ironic that Cage used text from James Joyce\u2019s Finnegan\u2019s Wake<\/i> and an E.E. Cummings poem\u2014hardly witchy material.<\/p>\n As the piece begins, the four men are sitting immobile on a long, white box, about the size of a Last Supper table (the brilliant, moveable set was conceived by the choreographer and created by the production staff). They wear contemporary black suits and shirts with a hint of what might be a white clerical collar. A faint white haze seems to hover around their edges\u2014Preljocaj\u2019s first theatrical coup. The \u201chaze\u201d is the women, each of which is concealed behind one of the men. They lean their heads on the shoulders of their \u201cvictims\u201d and touch them in mild\u2014 but no doubt forbidden\u2014ways. When the men descend to dance in a severe and assertive manner, the women lie on the platform like discarded dolls.<\/p>\n Second theatrical coup. There\u2019s a crash in the music. Stanley seconds it with a burst of harsh light, and the four men yank the platform into two parts, which now form a V in the middle. Up and down those two white slopes, the women crawl and slide; they even leap between surfaces. Cage\u2019s music is full of thuddings, ringing tones, hoarse breathing, and other hellish sounds.\u00a0 The women lash and bend; the men (oh yes!) dance with them. The women (specters, remember) rub their hands down the men\u2019s bodies and then disappear behind the set, while, in red light, the men dance and beat rhythmically on the white surface.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a>