Chroma.
© Dave Morgan
“Dude hold off my hand, I need to show off my thighs.”
“Yeah damn man, those are nice thighs.”
“You’re not wearing a dance belt are you.”
“But my thighs are nice?”
“…Yes.”
Tag: male ballet dancers
One of my student’s results from my first ever coaching. Richard Szabo of Wiener Staatsballett.
On the verge of going over.
Friedemann Vogel via Facebook
Next performance in Stuttgart 04´December ” Mono Lisa” with Stuttgart Ballet
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Late night ballet reblogs commence. This is such a masculine shot, especially how the perfect perpendicular straightness of his legs is isinterrupted by the soft curve of his genitals. It’s not vulgar or erotic, just a contemplative shot of a confident athlete before performing. The shadows almost make it appear as if he’s floating a few inches above the floor.
This is indeed German Friedemann Vogel and he indeed still a principal dancer at the Stuttgart Ballet. Adorable face, rock solid body, and an impressive resume, Mr. Vogel has it all.
I stand in the door, motionless as snow, quiet as a mouse. The dance instructor sees me, but she does not motion for me to enter. A cluster of co-ed dancers are draped over the bars, floors, and mats in the corner. No one dares break the silence, the heavy mood of intense concentration and furious passion as Felipe runs through his solo again for the 200th time. He is close to perfection, becoming one with the choreography, close to being intimate with it as a lover. It however, isn’t. I am.
Felipe and I began dating two months ago; I was smitten, a laundromat crush. However, he is handsome as he is terrible at keeping secrets. He was vague about his job, his late hours. We could never return to his apartment after a date. I broke Felipe’s trust and privacy by following him after he left my apartment this morning. I had to know where he was going. Things were going well, and I did not want to invest my adoration in a man that would not trust me.
I had braced myself for what I might find – maybe he was returning home to a wife and kids. Maybe he sold drugs. Perhaps he worked at an abortion clinic. Maybe he cleaned up after dead bodies or worked in a morgue. Maybe he euthanized unwanted pets. Maybe he was ashamed to be a dishwasher, or a telemarketer, or a car salesman. Lo and behold, my secretive boyfriend was …a ballet dancer. Talk about anti-climactic. A rush of relief pushed aside worry, allowing romantic intrigue to blossom in its place.
I couldn’t just stand in front of the building, leave, and not see him dance. So, I snuck upstairs and accidentally witnessed one of the most beautiful displays of human movement I’d ever seen. My heart thudded in my chest. If Felipe could manipulate his limbs and muscles in such a way, no doubt in bed our acts would be a performance, not sex.
Any second now the bubble of Felipe’s concentration will burst and he’ll notice me filling the doorway to this dance studio. I should move; I should leave. I can’t. It might make a sound. Catch-22.
A nude vintage shot of a dancer simultaneously in agony and elation. I couldn’t find his name.
Photographed by Walter Kurtz. He has his own Tumblr, btw.
Here’s one late night dance reblog because it’s 5 am and I should be in bed. This flexible young ballet star is Australian Thomas Dilley as photographed by Adrian Fowler. The way his toes are curled, the angle of his spine, it hides that all his weight is on his hands. Incredible.
(btw – Please don’t sexualize this, the dancer is only 14 years old.)
Remember this gif? I found the audition! His name is Jakob Karr, he’s from Florida, and this is from season 6 a few years ago. I could watch him do those ariels all day long. There’s a lot of clips of him on Youtube from the show, so check him out. He’s transitioned into a career in Broadway now… and he’s only 23 years old. Damn.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
Is this for real?? What episode of So You Think You Can Dance is this? Look, his leg nearly touches the back of his head! Curses, he makes this look so effortless. Maybe one of his parents was a springbuck.
(Last dance reblog tonight~ see you guys tomorrow.)
I am your rock when you want to surrender; I am your vulnerability when you don’t have to be strong.
Incredible use of depth, tone, and mood. So much unspoken intimacy and trust. Original post from here. Late night dance reblogs will be short tonight.