When I was about 9 years old I used to hang upside down from the stairs leading up to the first floor of our house.
The first time someone showed me the video of Sergei Polunin dancing to Hozier’s Take Me to Church on YouTube, I was pretty sick of dance.
Not something you’ll hear me say often.
Barre classes are everywhere at the moment.
Throughout my childhood, November was always the most important month of the year.
It’s a bit of an unusual one, as it’s nowhere near my birthday and still not quite the run-up to Christmas.
I deliberately scheduled this post for “FlexFriday” (as it is now known amongst avid hashtaggers) to draw attention to an aspect of fitness that is ridiculously important, yet categorically igno
My best friend and I have this tradition that every year for our birthdays’, rather than buying a physical gift, we’ll organise a trip, or something to do together.
It’s incredibly difficult to write precisely what dance means to me without saying anything overly- sentimental or clichéd.
Who: The Ballet National de Marseille
What: Body. Dance. Nation. City.
I was somewhat disappointed with myself when I realised that despite the name and tagline of this blog, I have so far only published one directly dance-related post.