I watched ballet last night. Before you say "Not again" and move on to your next tab for what-you-think-is-more-interesting porn, read on...
I watched ballet with Lee Hsien Loong last night. That got your attention, didn't it?
I know, who cares about the ballet if the costumes do not excite?
If you really have to and wanna know, Sinatra Suite was a crowd favourite with its ingenuity. I can imagine myself seated comfortably in a lush red velvet cushion armchair in a smoke-filled salsa club, with a cigar in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other, enjoying the two lovelorn dancers' bickers and lovesickness. Paloma Herrera & Sascha Radetsky made me almost wished that I have a Latin lover.
It's nice to finally see some Asian faces on an international ballet stage. Mizuko Ueno was every bit the Sleeping Beauty princess with her bejewelled crown and Oscar-worthy smile. Having said that, I feel she did Carmen no justice. The sultriness, passion and sensualness were simply lacking in her moves.
Iana Salenko and Marian Walter exuded such perfect chemistry performing Not Anymore that I had my eyes intensely glued on them. The unbutton shirts, tousled hair and grovelling had the audience wolf whistling and for a moment, I forgot it's ballet.
But I sure didn't forget that I had the Prime Minister for company.