“you should post more black ballerinas !!! id love to see some, very rare you see any black ballerinas”
The hard part about posting black ballerinas is that there just aren’t many performance videos of them to gif and I only gif performances; I find those interview videos in studios with poor camera angles and ugly choreography to be boring and not gif-able. Unfortunately not only are there very few videos, there are also very few black ballerinas for numerous and upsetting reasons. I have recently found Alvin Ailey videos which I can gif, but that’s not classical ballet which I like to focus on.
“why is bt management always pairing david motta soares with anna nikulina, seeing how much her quality has deteriorated in classical roles? for the love of god let him dance with krysanova more, or even pair him up with obraztsova!!!!”
Correct me if I’m wrong, but he isn’t paired with her in a classical role anytime soon? The only time they’re listed in a casting together is The Winter’s Tale which isn’t a classical ballet and their parts don’t dance together. And he is dancing with Krysanova in his debut as Ferkhad in A Legend of Love with Anastasia Stashkevich as his Shirin.
“Hello!I just wanted to tell you that I really love your blog and appreciate your honesty. You and I share some opinions that are unfortunately rather unpopular in the ballet community (for example yagp). It is great to see that you are honest about that and not afraid to tell those (true) things and I really hope you don't get rude comments for that. But it is not just your text posts, you really have a talent with your other content as well!“
Hello and thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoy my blog and don’t worry, I’ll always share my opinions regardless of their popularity!
Multiple asks about Sevenard’s Diamonds debut
I thought as a whole she did really well and as she continued through the pas de deux especially her energy picked up and she started really feeling the music. She did much better than I expected. When it comes to the choreography, there are nuances in there that she either missed or chose to take out. For example, about 2 minutes in to the pas de deux, right when the music changes, and the ballerina goes into a penche with a bent standing leg and her partner goes into a lunge. They do a port de bras with the ballerina still in penche, and then she twists up in a movement that is thrilling and exciting because it keeps you on edge. Sevenard ended up putting her penche’d foot down before twisting up, which is disappointing. And other things like that. But as a whole, I was impressed with her pas de deux. I wasn’t the biggest fan of her variation until she got to the manege of pas de chats and arabesque piques which she did very well. I wish I had videos of their coda to make comments on that.
I thought her partnership with Belyakov was fine, I think it could grow to be very good as long as they get more comfortable. He is a very solid partner who can make almost any ballerina look good, so she did luck out with him.
Anastasia Soare talking about Sebastian.
Source: @anastasiabeverlyhills instagram
Wait, so you’re telling me Anastasia Soare is Sebastians Godmother? Whattttt
“Idk if I’m the only one who thinks so but as a general trend, the Bolshoi up and comers are much more interesting, have a lot more distinct styles and personalities than their Mariinsky counterparts - with the exceptions of Shakirova, Bulanova and Caixeta. I mean, Khoreva, Nuikina, Borodulina, Nagahisa, Khiteyeva, Lukina have zero personality and are virtually the same kind of dancer yet look where they are rn. IMO even Mariinsky dancers worthy of the roles they get (Iliushkina, Korneyev, Ionova) lack the spark and flare of young BT dancers. The Bolshoi might have some overrated dancers but they also have a TON of truly interesting young talent originating from both VBA and BBA with incredibly diverse styles.... Kokoreva, Trikoz, Efimov, Gerashchenko, Sevenard, Soares, Denisova, Poddubnyak are all memorable and extremely different from one another with wildly divergent strengths. I’m really interested in reading your comments on this, especially if you disagree with me.”
Well you have to look at where they trained. The Mariinsky dancers you mentioned, with the exception of Nagahisa, trained at VBA. VBA is not known for producing dancers with insane personality and excitement. Then the Bolshoi dancers you mentioned, all but 2 trained at Bolshoi Academy, but even Geraschenko not only went to BBA for a bit, but also had Tsiskaridze who continues to engrain that personality into his students. The same goes with Sevenard who also graduated under Tatiana Udalenkova, Renata Shakirova’s professor, and worked closely with Tsiskaridze. Bolshoi Academy is known for engraining stage presence, personality, and unique styles into their students, that’s one of the biggest differences between the two schools. I do honestly think that currently BBA is producing better students, but the style differences do have to do with their education.
“Confession: I hardly ever watch the Royal but Liam Scarlett’s production of Swan Lake...... galaxy brain if I may say so.”
I love so much of his production too. There’s some I don’t like (the Swan tutus are horrific and wtf are those stupid headpieces), but all in all it’s one of my favorites too.
“If Tikhomirova was better at leading ballets, I would love to see a sequel of Don Q with her and Ruslan, street dancer and matador”
I mean, Tikhomirova does street dancer quite well. I’m not sure what this ask is asking?
Anastasia Soare: After styling Michelle Obama, Kim Kardashian, this brow expert is now eyeing Priyanka
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“People are starting to realize that one brow does not fit all” shares Soare. (Photo: PR Handout)
Anastasia Soare, CEO of Anastasia Beverly Hills, is hailed as the ‘eyebrow queen’ in the world of beauty. While she started as an aesthetician to…
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Anastasia Denisova and David Motta Soares in The Nutcracker (Bolshoi Ballet)
Sebastian Stan's godmother is the founder and CEO of Anastasia Beverly Hills, right?
Anastasia Denisova and David Motta Soares in Emeralds (Bolshoi Ballet, 2019)
was anybody going to tell me that Anastasia fucking Soare is Sebastian Stans godmother or was i just supposed to find that out by reading his Wikipedia page myself?
The Jellyfish Moon swims in a Sea of Stars/floating through space and time/the Jellyfish Moon swims at its own pace/bothered by neither time nor commitments/It visits galaxies and constellations/benevolently blessing each planet and star with peace and harmony/before soaring off/back to drifting through the Infinite Universe/You can sometimes spot the Jellyfish Moon circulating the stars/glowing with a purple and gray tinge/it’s tentacles streams of ice frozen by the cold atmosphere/and bright pink stardust from it’s Birth/Cast a wish upon the Jellyfish Moon/It will come true/There the Jellyfish Moon goes, in all it’s good glory…
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Russia bans top Biden officials as tensions soar
by Anastasia CLARK Agence France Presse MOSCOW, Russia (AFP) — Russia on Friday banned top officials from US President Joe Biden’s administration from entering the country and announced a wave of tit-for-tat sanctions and expulsions of diplomats, as tensions soar between the rivals. The wave of Russian action comes a day after the Washington announced sanctions against Moscow and the expulsion of 10 Russian diplomats, in retaliation for what it says was interference by the […]
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Next week, the weather is set to soar into the 50 and 60s, which means we've all got one thing on our minds: fresh produce.
If you're like me, the first thing all this glorious sunlight makes you think of is garden-fresh vegetables. I get pretty sick of eating grocery-store tomatoes and cucumbers during the winter, and by the end of March, I'm already dragging out my favorite recipes, getting ready to fill my refrigerator to the brim with local produce -- and our local farmers know it!
This year, if you haven't already, you should join a local CSA. CSA stands for "community-supported agriculture," and it's a project that allows you to buy a box of produce directly from your local farmers. Not only do CSAs allow you to get fresh, local produce, they're a great way to keep your local farmers in business.
If you've never joined a CSA before, it's pretty simple, but they all vary slightly in how they're run. Produce boxes in CSAs are always called "shares," and contain a mix of whatever vegetables, fruits, and specialty items the farm has for that week.
Some CSAs require that you pay upfront for a full season, while others allow you to pay for half seasons or by-the-share. Shares are often sold in quantities ranging from a "full share" to an "eighth share," which is designed to feed set quantities of people. (Don't worry, each farm lists how much produce you'll get.)
While CSAs used to require you to pick up your shares weekly from a local pickup point, plenty of CSAs are now offering home delivery, too.
Below is a small sampling of CSAs that service Erie and the surrounding communities. If you run a CSA that services the Erie area and would like to be added to the list, feel free to reach out to me at hereslookingatyouerie[at]gmail[dot]com
Post Apple Farms
Post Apple Farms has been around since 1890, started by Charles Post. While it started small, with beans, red raspberries, apples, and grapes, his son Archie took over and later added cabbage and chickens. In 1943, the farm became known as A.G. Post and Son, run by Archie Post and his son Howard, and in 1956, it became A.G. Post And Sons when Archie's other son Rusty came aboard. In 1977, Howard's son, Gordon, partnered with Rusty to continue the farm.
In 2010, two of Gordon's children, Archie and Anastasia, started up the Post Apple CSA.
"The CSA likes the help of volunteers and every day can be a new adventure. It's a great way to meet new people and have great conversations. It is also fun to hear what members make with their produce. This one story sticks in my mind. Each week we give out a letter with info about the happenings on the farm and what is in the bag each week. One week we gave out these really sweet melons that were yellow and had lines on them similar to a spaghetti squash. This particular member didn't read the letter and thought that the melon was a spaghetti squash. They thought nothing of it and put it in the oven to bake. As time went on they couldn't figure out what that sweet smell was. Once the "spaghetti squash" was cooked they pulled it out of the oven and found out that the smell was coming from the oven and that it was not a spaghetti squash at all. That story puts a smile on my face every time I think of it." —Anastasia.
Post Apple Farms is currently taking orders for their 2021 CSA, and they offer a wide variety of options for those who would like to buy-in.
They offer full shares, half shares, quarter shares, and eighth shares, all available for customization and delivery. Full shares start at $65.50 per, while eighth shares begin at $17.60 per share. Customers can choose to pay upfront for a full season to save money or pay a weekly subscription.
They deliver weekly to the Erie area on Thursdays between 11:00 am until 3:00 pm, and the season will begin on June 24 and run for 22 weeks.
There are also options to pick up your shares at various locations around Erie, Northwest, and Fairview-- and more!
To find out more information, please visit Post Apple's CSA page.
Happy 12th year, Post Apple Farms!
French Street Farms
French Street Farms' CSA is currently sold out but has a waitlist available here.
Typically, they offer multiple seasonal shares -- a 16-week primary season and two shorter spring and fall seasons that last four weeks each. Shares are paid for upfront and average $20 each.
Blooming Valley Farms
Blooming Valley Farms is located in Meadville, Pennsylvania. This farm's CSA starts at the end of June and lasts through the end of September. The cost to join starts at $175.00 for 20 weeks for a fourth of a share, with half shares costing $275, and full shares costing $375.
While Blooming Valley Farms does not offer home delivery, they offer a pickup spot at the Little Italy Farmers' Market.
To find out more information, head over to Blooming Valley Farms' website.
Plot Twist Farms
Serving up fresh produce for 18 weeks, Plot Twist Farms is located between Meadville and Titusville. This small family-run CSA runs from June through October and is especially proud of its greens, including lettuce, kale, and Asian greens.
Plot Twist Farms offers full shares and half shares starting at $380 and $210, respectively. Customers can pick up shares in West Millcreek on Sunday mornings.
They offer delivery to select locations in Erie, Meadville, Titusville, and Edinboro. (I suggest that you contact Plot Twist Farms directly if you're interested in getting a delivery!)
If you're interested, head to the Plot Twist Farms website.
No Dirt Farms
While not a traditional CSA, local hydrophobic superstar No Dirt Farms offers what they call "814 Fresh Boxes" -- fresh produce with specialty items from local crafters. A meatless Fresh Box costs $40, $48 with home delivery, and a Fresh Box containing meat costs $50, or $58 with home delivery.
If you'd like to order your goods for pickup, No Dirt Farms offers pickup locations in Erie, Fairview, Harborcreek, and Edinboro. Additionally, they offer individual items for sale, including fresh greens, herbs, and raw honey.
Interested? Check out No Dirt Farm's shop.
Minutes pass, more words exchanged, the time for the end of the hero’s life was drawing ever nearer...till finally it happened. The Sunscape Bot in the middle came to attention and began its path to Maxwell.
[ Ms. Imai, your execution is ready. Would you please take my hand and I will escort you there. ]
Anastasia had no choice but to accept… but she didn’t have to do so kindly. She yanks her hand away from the bot and sneers - if she was going to walk to her own death, she was going to do so of her own volition. Or, well… as much of her own volition as she can have, in this situation. It’s not like she has many options outside of ‘die’, but she can at least have some agency over how she faces her encroaching end. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me, I can walk myself.”
And with that the two began their final walk to the door, it never got more comfortable to watch, it was always so...haunting. Footsteps on the metal ground, the door sliding open.
The two stepped through and turned to face those who remain.
There’s silence for a few long moments, and Anastasia’s eyes wander over every person in the trial room. Some she didn’t care to see again, some it hurt just to look at one last time - but she addresses every last one of them when she opens her mouth to speak again. “... There’s a lotta good people here. Sorry… I tricked a few of you into thinkin’ I had a shot at bein’ anything but a bad one. I’ll be rootin’ for you guys to tear this place to shreds from the other side, ‘kay? Don’t let me down, bastards.” She gives the group one final two-fingered salute before she turns her back to them, quiet defiance snuffed out by the realization that she can do nothing but play into the game’s hands one last time.
And with that, the door slams shut in front of them. It is only a few moments before the screen comes to life again...
[ PLEASE ENJOY THE PRESENTATION WE HAVE PREPARED ]
[TW: VIVID DESCRIPTIONS OF FALLING/HEIGHTS, GORE]
“Oh, Anastasia, how we’ve been waiting for you!”
A voice reminiscent of a town crier rings out loud and clear, a short figure approaching the doomed Anastasia.
“You’re our chosen hero, you see - it’s all been written in this here book!” The figure produces a grimoire of sorts from thin air, proudly showing it off. Anastasia simply sneers - and here she’d been hoping her death would at least be a little swift. The figure continues. “You see, Anastasia, our sun is dying, and you are the only one who can save it! Please, for the innocent civilians of our humble city, gather the paper feathers guarded by all those nasty troublemakers out there and soar to the skies! For the good of all our people, I implore you to accept this quest!”
Anastasia is speechless for a short few moments. A ques? Is her execution really as pathetic as dying in some stupid battle? Yeah, she hoped it’d be quick, but she also kind of hoped it’d be… cooler. Still, something the figure says catches her attention - soar to the skies. If she can manage to gather these feathers, if she can just push through, is there a chance she could escape this? Could she play the system and return safe and sound? Could she live another day? If there was even the slightest chance at survival, she had to take it.
“... Fine. Whatever. I’ll take your lameass fucking quest, but don’t expect me to be some perfect savior.”
The small figure claps in delight, overjoyed at her lackluster agreement. “Lovely, just lovely! We don’t have much time, Anastasia - you need to leave. Now!” The figure snaps their fingers, and suddenly, the scenery changes.
Anastasia finds herself in an alleyway in the dead of night - a familiar place, all things considered. Perhaps even too familiar. So too are the faces she sees. Four people stand before her, four people she hasn’t seen in six years… and four people she attacks without so much as a second thought. Her sketchbook is her weapon, as it always has been - her familiars fight for her, as fierce as always, fangs gnashing and claws flailing. She is hardly injured, and the four people are left dead on the ground, just like they had been so long ago. She collects her feathers nonchalantly, but before she can continue walking forward, a staircase appears, one that doesn’t seem to have an end.
Thus does she begin her ascent. Hidden from prying eyes below are floor after floor of enemies - dangerous people, violent and thirsty for blood. Though Anastasia sustains injuries from each battle, she reigns victorious every time. Her paper feathers stack. Wings begin to sprout. She presses on, determination plain in her eyes.
Slowly but surely, the landscape shifts; a simple cityscape is no longer the background of her fights. Dark streets and alleys grow brighter, buildings grow smaller. With time, concrete ground is replaced by clouds, and the sky is the only backdrop offered. Her growing wings carry her ever upward, and her pride is bolstered with every victory. No longer is she cutting down simple criminals and classic villains - her enemies are seemingly ordinary people, yet all as thirsty for blood as the last. She’s traveled many floors, and her injuries are numerous now, but the paper feathers amassing on her back are even greater in number.
The journey is long and unforgiving, but she reaches the end all the same. Finally, bleeding and bruised and out of breath, she reaches open sky. The only thing left for her to do is fly up, and fly up she does. She’s unsteady - she’s never been a fan of heights - but she rockets upward all the same, eyes searching for some sort of out.
An escape never reveals itself, though. Instead, as she soars skyward, closer and closer to where the sun should be, she’s greeted with a throne of clouds - and it is not empty. On it sits a form ever-changing, faces and bodies shifting from one to another. The heat is nearly unbearable, but she is desperate for some form of solace. Exhausted, she carries herself closer, fragile paper wings the only thing keeping her from meeting a grizzly demise. The throned figure speaks in a voice long-forgotten, and Anastasia’s eyes widen. She stares forward, inching closer, sweat beading on her brow.
She sees Marianne - a best friend, a lost love, the first person she swore to protect and the first person she failed. A girl who had brought life to a world she didn’t much care for, a girl whose own life was cut short all too early, all too gruesomely. She sees her face, warm and gentle, for the first time in six years. Her wings begin to burn as fiercely as her heart.
She sees Sacha - a brother, a protector, someone that had always loved her despite the rifts she’d torn in their relationship. Someone she had promised herself she’d come home to, and another whose life was violently ripped out of her own. Paper feathers scatter, fire eating away at their fragile forms.
She sees Riley - a stable presence, a reminder of the past. She saw in him too much of someone she’d wronged once before. She had wanted to do right by him, at least, as vain as her efforts might have been. In a way, she had wanted to make up for the past. The heat burns her skin. Still, she presses on.
She sees Roger - a friendship destroyed with her own hands, an inspiration, one of the first to reach out to her and one of the first she’d reached back to. She remembers destroying that stupid action figure with him on the docks, how he’d stuck his neck out for her when he never had to. Her wings grow weaker still, feather after paper feather burning down to nothing.
She sees Shougo - an unexpected ally, a confidant, another she’d dragged down with her. The mistakes she made with them differ wildly from those she’d created with her brother, and yet the result was the same. She left both of them behind of her own volition; the only difference between Shougo and Sacha is that she got to say sorry to the former. Fire begins to prick at her skin, and ash permeates the air she breathes.
She sees Papillon - an enemy turned friend, a persistent presence she couldn’t get rid of, though she didn’t want to. Once, she was at their throat near daily, prepared to throw vitriol their way at the drop of a hat. Now, she trusts them with feelings she used to wish she could forget. It was them who showed her she didn’t have to let them go in the first place. The paper wings on her back are an open flame, burning her hair. She flies forward with what strength she can muster from them.
Finally, she sees Rina - a light in a dark, dark tunnel, a warmth she never thought she’d feel again. A new sun, someone who brought the life she thought she’d lost back into a cold, lonely world. She is bright and welcoming and beautiful, and Anastasia has hurt her beyond anything she could hope to repair. In a matter of a few hours, she has taken two lives from her, and one of them is soon to be Anastasia’s own. The strength of her wings, still ablaze, is nearly non
existent now. The fire licks at her skin, and the heat from the figure threatens to burn her just as badly. And yet, she perseveres - if not for herself, for those she’d leave behind. But her efforts are all for naught.
She was never meant to save herself.
She can hardly keep herself afloat now; the once-great wings on her back have been whittled down far too much to support Anastasia’s weight, her injuries have begun to worsen under the pressure she’s put on her body, and the searing heat slowly but surely saps her of any remaining strength.
If she could only get closer.
If she could only reach out.
But fate is not so kind.
She tries, tries so hard, to close the gap between her and the ever-shifting being in front of her. She tries to grasp the hand of every person she’s ever loved and every person she’s ever lost, and yet, like everything else she’s done, it’s too little, too late. Her fingers just barely brush theirs, their skin hot enough to make her scream in pain at a small touch alone. Despite it, desperation takes hold - if she could just have one more chance -
But there is no second chance, not for Anastasia Imai. She flails, tries one more time to grasp the being’s hand, but it’s all for naught. Her wings, too fragile to offer support any longer, finally give out.
Her flight had been graceful, one worthy of a hero. She was proud, determined, even hopeful. Battles were fought and won, and her quest was fruitful. And yet her fall is ugly - she is battered and bruised and burned, no longer the hero she wished to be. She is screaming and scared. She is dying, and she is dying all too slowly.
Her descent is as long as it is unpleasant. There is no peace - she thrashes against the wind to no avail, body still weakened by her earlier trials. There is no quiet, and there is no acceptance. Her efforts are fruitless, and yet she fights against the inevitable to the very end.
Finally, an end comes. With a sickening crack, Anastasia’s body hits the ground, and what remains of her is hardly recognizable as human. There is blood, flesh, bone, but there is little shape. Hair, eyes, limbs - they are there, parts of a human are there, but they are no longer whole. They are smashed and bleeding, no more than viscera staining the ground she had fallen into. It is an ugly end, not one fitting for a hero - but then again, Anastasia Imai had never been a hero. She had only been vengeance and hubris, spite and fury. Like Icarus, she had flown too close to the sun, and like Icarus, it was her pride that had been her downfall.
[ ANASTASIA IMAI HAS BEEN EXECUTED ]