At the tender age of five, Disney's Dumbo made the Big Top an obsession. I would dream about running away with the circus, parading around in glittering sequins, my hand thrust into a lion's mouth. |
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This dream was shattered, of course, when Roy (Siegfried's better half) was maimed at the jaws of one of his white tigers. Whilst holding candle-lit vigil, a harsh reality was brought into focus: the Big Top was dead. With the arrival of Cirque Nouveau, however, my wretched period of mourning has at last abated, as it seems this new type of circus (read less thrice- titted lady, more macrebe manifestation of street performance/world class acrobatics/magic) has hit the big time. A steady stream of acts has made its way to the capital in the past
year and it just keeps coming, the latest being the brilliant clown,
magician and |
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All action in bare chests and sparkly suits, what Nouveau lacks in cotton candy it makes up for in glamour and fantasy. Now the only question is, where does one buy a sequined Lycra full-body condom for circus school? Some dreams, it would seem, are not meant to die. Momix
Greatest Hits! - November 6-24 |
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