If it's Christmas, it must be Ailey time
Drag ballerinas assault the classics, claws sheathed
Oh those old stories! Call in the decorators!
To some, a ballet evening without tutus is like a martini without gin
Waves and particles, sylphs and expiring swans: Two companies, two aesthetics, same stage
An old master, bright young choreographers, and terrific dancers salute the spring season
These fine jewels don't rest on black velvet; they spin, glistening in the fire of dance
The Changing Nature of Freedom