Monochrome Madness upon us and Isadora Duncan
It’s time for Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s Monochrome Madness again.
I’m continuing along my fantasy vein, with brooding children and Alice (of my wonderland posts)!! (week 45)
Strolling in Paris
( for Sarah Potter of Sarah Potter Writes after our conversation about Isadora)
In 2013 My daughter and I spent a hot afternoon in the cool shade of the tree lined avenues of Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. We found the graves of Sarah Bernhardt, Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, Maria Callas, Edith Piaf and more, but my favourite ever since I was a young ballet student, was Isadora Duncan. She was a free spirited, unconventional romantic, though somewhat self indulgent. In spite of having no real formal training, she danced her way to fame across Europe in the early 1900’s, soon becoming the darling of society and the art world. She was loved for her expressive freedom by the women of the day. Her own country of America reviled and condemned her when she married a Russian poet and embraced the communist revolution. She moved permanently to France.
Her last words were, “adieu mes amis, je vais a la gloire!” (Farewell my friends, I am off to glory). She got into a Bugatti sports car with a handsome Italian and moments later her long scarf caught in the car wheel and broke her neck.
Her grave is still visited, though perhaps not as much as Jim Morrison’s. On Morrison’s you might find empty bottles and a joint laid out as tribute on his tomb stone. In front of Isadora’s plaque lie roses and dance slippers with little love notes tucked inside. She is still an inspiration and the epitome of interpretive dance style to this day.
I have other photos I will publish of the wonderful city of light. We have a friend living in Paris and our hearts are with France and the Parisians especially at this time.
I was a free man in Paris- joni mitchell