what my girlhood dreams were made of

the pas de deux from Carmen, with Karen Kain as the prima

Carmen was always the naughtiest of the classical ballets. I was the kid who got kicked out of class for messy hair-buns or laughing during barre or forgetting my tights. When I got older and developed a charming I-dont-give-a-shit attitude we used to do a shot of whiskey before class. You can see why Carmen kinda spoke to me.
some call it nostalgia. I still want red pointe shoes.