“At events such as balls, many different individuals, unknown to each other, mix and rub elbows; complete strangers united by a common desire come together to enjoy themselves and to be swept away in the course of a single evening.
During a waltz, the dancers move about in a single space to the same music, but each couple is on their own individual path, following their own individual destiny without truly being conscious of the movement all around them. The man and the woman who come together in this way form a perimeter, a bubble that isolates them from the movement of the other dancers, whose existence is a mere perception of quivering of bodies as they touch, the gentleness of a hand placed on a hip, the intoxication of the twirling dance steps.
I wanted to recreate this carefree atmosphere and this unbridled rhythm which are so essential to the dance, in a program where each work evolves according to its style, its era, its character and its history, remaining indifferent to the other pieces which follow, just like so many couples brought together across the ages and the continents, and for whom the only thread that unites them is the dance.
And in the middle of this unlikely landscape, the ear lingers, between the Gypsy’s bells and the Savages’ drums, on the unharmonious presence of La Boîteuse, Rameau’s limping girl, turning slowly and clumsily in our imagination, and lovingly contemplating the splash of colors and movements that make her dizzy.”