Vanity Fair’s James Wolcott’s blog as late has become a tribute page for the American Ballet Theatre’s Veronika Part. And why not? She’s wonderful. Others think the same way, as Wolcott reports in his latest blog entry:
Unscripted drama at the ballet last night as a man strode a little too purposely down the aisle after Veronika Part’s first solo in act one only to be intercepted by an usher. The man had intended to hurl a bouquet over the orchestra pit onto the stage, a gesture of tribute that would might been disruptive in mid-performance and not a practice Met management would want others to emulate, and when the middle-aged bouquet-bearer was blocked and told no, he didn’t exactly comport himself with gentlemanly aplomb.
He flung the flowers to the floor and spat out a few words of exasperated fury, one of which was “–SWINE!,” and steamed back up the aisle, his face a frozen psychodrama. At intermission I spotted a single red petal lying underfoot in the aisle.
I mention this only because I wouldn’t want anyone present last night to think that was me going coco, taking my enthusiasm for Ms. Part a bit too far.
No, I remained in my seat, a model of Apollonian composure despite the riotous emotion wilding within whenever Veronika honored the gods with her imperial arabesque.
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Photo: Veronika Part and Marcello Gomes in ABT’s Sleeping Beauty © Gene Shiavone