Le Jeune Homme et la Mort – sometimes A Young Man and Death – has a clunky piece of choreography in it. You know the one, it’s dirty. Although I feel it’s our right to wear that dress and force a boy in overalls to say “goodbye cruel world!” I think some people should keep it simple. Waltz of the Flowers or something.

Jean Cocteau’s mother must have been a monster for him to put this together but damn…it’s good. When it’s good…see for yourself.

One thing you may have noticed is that I did not nor will I ever include Ivan Vasillev (that’s his name right?). All those faces! Like he terrified of her from jump. It’s like he fell from a 1950’s German art film into a pair of overalls. He is desperate for this woman but would never know it.

I once saw a Chosen One dead on her feet at the 3rd minute. They must have danced her 2 nights in a row which is a no-no with that solo, good GAWD. And as she was physically failing in her performance something must have clicked saying “just make a lot of faces”. It was like she was compensating. I felt bad. She should have just been terrible like so many other girls. All I remember were her silent film expressions. Poor kid.

Speaking of which…the entire Birmingham Royal Ballet soloist list told me, in high English, to go fuck myself. Why would they allll do that? Because they allll sucked is my guess.

Oh and a dancer in Portugal didn’t want to be included in the archive. I can’t remember her name.

Yours for a blood transfusion,

Fatova