Your feedback is important to us!
We invite all our readers to share with us their views and comments about this article.
Disclaimer: Comments submitted by third parties on this site are the sole responsibility of the individual(s) whose content is submitted. The Daily Star accepts no responsibility for the content of comment(s), including, without limitation, any error, omission or inaccuracy therein. Please note that your email address will NOT appear on the site.
Alert: If you are facing problems with posting comments, please note that you must verify your email with Disqus prior to posting a comment. follow this link to make sure your account meets the requirements. (http://bit.ly/vDisqus)
The circus acrobat's physical prowess has mutated to become the premise of Parkour and FreeRunning, that staple of "hip urban youth culture". As they summersault over inner-city roofs and run up the sides of walls, the form's enthusiasts (usually young men) embrace the outsider status of circus performers. This is to be contrasted with the pop culture expression of the circus acrobat's feminine aesthetic: the so-called "pole dancer". BSF's opening performance was "The Gravitational Waves," an open-air dance performance conducted by the French troupe Retouramont.The dancers perform in harness – a technique that will be recalled by anyone who attended Maqamat Dance's "Watadour" earlier this year.Perhaps aware of the visual associations the performers would conjure up for circus- and strip club-frequenting audience members, Cubero, Bahamondes and Soyer weren't clad in leotards but loose-fitting, form-camouflaging costumes.At its most graceful – as the performers cast themselves off into space and sail from pole to wire to pole – the choreography is not unlike that of the more dexterous forest primates or, as a pair of young women observed after the show, "fairies".The show ended with two performers posing atop two of the diagonal poles, while the third balanced at the central square, arms and legs extended to the base of the four poles.
Musical bomb, shrapnel of laughter
Memory, mystery, bloom in Loreak
Delving into the depths of the Spanish marsh
FOLLOW THIS ARTICLE