5 February 2014
I don’t know why I suddenly started writing in the evenings. I’m supposed to be on mornings this month. I’ll try to get back to that soon. For now though, indulge me and let me share a few videos of people dancing the foxtrot.
Here’s Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dancing to Smoke Gets In Your Eyes:
A “foxtrot epidemic”, from the 1919 silent comedy The Oyster Princess:
A slow foxtrot, which makes them look like they’re floating:
Which of course brings me to Fred Astaire again, this time with Cyd Charisse (whom I adore):
It’s one of my favourite dances, although I am a terrible dancer, and don’t know how to do this at all. Still, it’s lovely to watch, and dream, and sigh.
P.S. Since I’m still on a 1920s high, and having confessed to my love of Thoroughly Modern Millie yesterday, here’s a clip, which features some of my favourite scenes: the tap dancing in the elevator, and the Tapioca at the party, er, friendship dance: