The mechanics of backstage life is a choreography of its own, which I was grateful to glimpse. At times, up to seven dressers may be needed for the women alone and there is always someone stitching, fixing headpieces, or laundering.
Overflowing with tulle or a fiery burst of colorful bodices against a backdrop of never ending storage bins, entering the different wardrobe rooms was like stepping into that seamster’s mini world.
In an entire room dedicated solely to tutus, the seamstresses excitedly asked if I would like to see a tutu up close. Pulling down an enchanting, mint-green number, they laid out the delicate layered garment, a constellation of glimmering crystals and meticulous patterns, and we all peered at it in a moment of communal reverie.
The beauty of ballet is often centralized to the conversation between stage and audience but perhaps the beauty blossoms from the inside, sprung from the coterie of individuals propelling a show forward.
Thank you to San Francisco Ballet who graciously permitted me to shadow Megan (especially during a phase dictated by strict sanitary protocols) and to Megan for patiently answering my questions throughout her narration… she’s a brilliant multitasker!