Private Royal Performance!

Hey everyone, 

  We had an unexpected special guest show up at the pavilion today to watch both Sadie and my performance.  Prince Albert of Monaco!!  He showed up with his entourage while I was performing, so Sadie, having just completed her performance, got right back up and did a second personal show for the Prince.  When I completed my first run, I barely had a second to catch my breath before getting back up for the second.  We had to close down the US Pavilion for all visitors while he was inside, which was a first.  His personal security was intimidating, but they, along with the rest of his crew were all very gracious.  

   He is a great patron of the arts and it was incredibly honor to have him watch us both.  He loved the performances and even took some time to speak with us afterwards.  

   Another amazing experience for both of us!!!

Prince Albert of Monaco!!

   

ROMA

It’s been a productive week.  We’ve both been a little bit under the weather, but it hasn’t stopped us from continuing our travels and other adventures.  The week started off with our first silks practice at the vertical dance studio in Mestre.  Yes, it’s the same space where Sadie had her Italian debut as a hoop performer, except this time we went during the day and had the whole place to ourselves.  

The practice itself went great.  Sadie is a natural at silks and even after taking some time off, she could still do all her tricks.  It’s amazing to watch her up there!  She’s taught me a few moves, but most of the time I still look like I’m a tangled up marionette doll.

We also starting piecing together some things for a little duet act that we’d like to perform at some other venues while we are here in Italy.  Between Sadie’s dance and aerial skills and my gymnastics, we think we can put something unique together. 

We head back tomorrow for round two...

Full Mast in Rome: Inspired by the video portion of our exhibit at the Biennale

The rest of the week was spent in Rome.  One of Sadie’s closest friends from NYC came out to visit with her boyfriend, so the four of us took the train to experience Bella Roma.  After living in Rome for a year I know the city pretty well and Sadie, only having been in Venice for five months now, has already taken three trips to Rome.  It’s always been one of my favorite cities, but Sadie has found a love for Rome too which makes going there even better.  

Outside of Colosseum

We toured the city as much as we could in the short amount of time we had together.  Rome is not the kind of city you can see in a few days.  If you can appreciate what Rome has to offer it can take much more than a few days to soak it all in.  There were a couple highlights from the trip though that are worth mentioning...

Sadie and Alexis outside of Colosseum

Me giving Adam terrible directions

While checking out the Colosseum, we were approached by two guys who spoke perfect English.  Ninety nine percent of the time, this would be kids working for a bar in town trying to round up young tourists for an night out of drunken stupidity.  To our amazement, these guys were working for National Geographic and wanted to interview us for a segment on a new show!  They were looking for perspective from a younger generation as to why it’s important to preserve historical monuments and art in a city such as Rome.  How the Romans and other Italians draw there national identity from this history and how it is different from growing up in the States.  We all did our best to sound intelligent for the half hour or so that we were interviewed and I think they actually got some useable stuff.  We don’t know the details of the show, but when we find out we’ll let you all know so you can tune in.

That night we headed to dinner at a restaurant that had been recommended to us by a friend who owns an Italian place in NYC.  Up to this point, our knowledge of great places to eat in Rome was very limited.  Limited to the point where, if you wanted an amazing meal in Rome, I could only point you in the direction of the houses of my three aunts or 346 cousins.  Other than that, I hadn’t found anything that truly stood out.  Le Mani in Pasta changed that.  We made reservations for 8:00pm and when we showed up we were the only people in the tiny place.  Our immediate reaction, was that we had been given a poor rec.  If this place was so good why was no one around??  

We sit down and without even opening a menu, we are each given a glass of prosecco to start out.  I like what I’m seeing so far...

From there, the waiter comes over and in a very blunt and lovable way that only a Roman can do, basically tells us what to order.  Who are we to argue!  Figs and prosciutto appetizer (quite possibly two of my favorite foods on the same plate...perfection).  Sadie is a vegaterian and hasn’t had the pleasure of enjoying the incredible flavors of prosciutto, but she knows of it’s otherworldly qualities because I insist on eating it at just about every meal that we have together.  

Plate of pasta w/ truffles!!

From there we got two pasta dishes.  Gnocchi with a radicchio and clam sauce and a tagliatelle with white truffles.  They were both incredible.  We tried to savor each bite, but those dishes stood no chance.  They were gone instantaneously.  One of the things I’m most proud of that Sadie has learned about Italian culture since she’s lived out here, is the practice of scarpetta.  It is the using of a piece of bread to mop up all the goodness that is left in your plate after having eaten your meal.  My proficiency of the scarpetta technique is at the Olympic level...impressive and disgusting at the same time.  When I’m done with my meal, the plates are generally placed right back in the cabinet needing no extra cleaning from the dishwasher.  Sadie has caught on quickly and is now in the running as my true equal in scarpetta-ing.  I really am a lucky guy!

Castel St. Angelo w/ Ponte St. Angelo

What week is complete without one of us making a fool out of ourselves in one way or another.  This week, it was my turn.  We had a few hours to ourselves one night and were taking in the sights and shops along Vid del Corso, the main drag of Rome.  Outside of the Nike shop, we saw a commotion so we headed over to see what was going on.  We quickly find out that, the one and only, Kobe Bryant, is at the store to help promote his possible move to an Italian team while the NBA is on strike.  

Crowd outside of Nike waiting for Kobe to come out

People are going crazy.  Thousands and thousands of fans packed outside the store waiting to get a glimpse.  It was hard to see over the sea of people so, I suggest that Sadie go on my shoulders to take some pics from a better angle.  She gets up and starts snapping away.  Unfortunately, he hasn’t emerged yet so I have Sadie come down.  As I lower her down, making every effort to make sure she gets safely to the ground, I feel my shorts give away and have no way to stop the inevitable.  Yes, that’s right, my shorts ripped almost in half.  The hundred or so people directly behind me all heard and saw it happen frame by frame.  Making things worse, was the fact that I was wearing a pair of colored striped underwear that I would have preferred the whole world not see.  Well they saw...all of them.  This was not the kind of tear that could be hidden.  They all just laughed and pointed at the gigantic split down my shorts basically saying, “Who cares about Kobe, did everyone see this guys shorts just rip in half?!!!”  Sadie is hysterically laughing on the ground at this point and also manages to snap a few pictures of my misery.  I stealthily ninjaed my way out of the crowd to my saving grace...a Levi’s jean store next to Nike.  Oddly enough, I had been in the market for a new pair of jeans so the timing couldn’t have been better.  After picking out a new pair of pants, we headed back out just in time to see Kobe pull away in his van.  Great timing...

Ridiculous rip!!

Besides the little pants episode, Rome was amazing as usual.  We are both still feeling a little sick, but that isn’t stopping us from traveling.  We head to Florence this week so stay tuned for the next adventure of Dave and Sadie...

Ponte Sisto w/ St. Peters in background

Alexis and Sadie along the Tiber

Adventures on Lake Como

Our weekly schedule is nothing to complain about.  Perform from Saturday to Tuesday, and the rest of the week off.  Three consecutive days off each week, coupled with an easy to handle train system out here and Ryan Air flights charging for a whole flight what Delta charges in baggage fees, makes for some great travel opportunities.

This weekend we finally took advantage of the situation and headed to Lake Como and Milan for a few days.  We booked a hostel about an hour north of the city of Como in a quiet town called Menaggio.  Unless you are an eighty year old German couple, I doubt you’ve ever been to this quaint lake front village.

View from our balcony in Menaggio

The hostel itself had some great amenities.  Friendly staff, great chef, access to bikes and kayaks, and a ridiculous view from the bedroom balcony.  We took the kayaks out on the water one morning and explored the area around Menaggio and Bellagio.  The lake itself is stunning.  Surrounded by mountains on all sides.  Magnificent villas scattered along the waterfront.  We took the kayaks out early enough where it seemed like we had the whole lake to ourselves.  Not another boat was anywhere near us. Between taking our own little boat around Ischia a few months back and another day private boating in Venice not that long ago, we’ve had some great adventures on the water so far.

The rest of the trip to Como will be known as the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly...

Round 2 at Panna e Cioccolato

The Good:  Walking the main square in Menaggio could easily be confused with taking a tour at Universal Studios.  It feels like a movie set with the lake being the star of the show.  The piazza is filled with coffee shops, boutique clothing stores, and even has a little train car that takes tourists all around the town.  While strolling around the square we stopped to get some gelato after lunch one day and this tiny nondescript shop changed our gelato world.  After consuming an average of two gelatos a day out here, we’ve both become very well versed in what makes gelato good or great (there is no such thing as bad gelato in Italy).  This place, Panna e Cioccolato, has no rival.  All the gelato was made from fresh, all natural ingredients and in season fruits.  The consistency was not as creamy or heavy as most gelato.  It had more of an icy texture so when we finished we felt like we could have eaten another one...which is exactly what our little piglet selves did.  About an hour after finishing, we headed back to the same spot for round two.  We showed up with big smiles on our faces and the owner just kind of shook her head in a way that said, “I know my gelato is good, but you two are ridiculous!”  Who can blame us though.  We will most likely never go back to this town, so why not enjoy it while we had the chance.  While we were leaving, we saw an article from Lonely Planet posted outside stating that it was the best gelato in Italy.  Apparently we weren’t the only ones who recognized the quality of this small town gem. 

**We actually went back a third time the next morning before we headed to the train station for round three but it was closed.  Don’t judge us...you would have done the same thing.

The Bad: This could have been much worse than it turned out, but we fortunately made a quick decision that saved us from a real mess.  For those of you who know Sadie well, you are aware of her tendency to get motion sickness at certain inopportune times.  Well, one of those episodes presented itself on the bus ride back from Menaggio to Como.  

The ride is about an hour long on a bus that is way to big for the tiny roads we were driving on.  We got on the bus in great spirits.  We felt revived from our days on the lake and were ready to head back to Venice.  That high was shattered about two minutes into our ride.  At the next bus stop, two guys got on both contributing unfathomable stenches to the bus’s interior.  Guy one, set up shop in the seat in front of Sadie and situated himself so that his arm was hugging the seat next to him.  This was not good.  The intensity of BO that was emanating from his arm pit was at a level I’ve never been exposed to before.  Imagine sitting in the middle of a rotten onion patch on a hot summer day and you get a taste of what we are talking about.  Guy two was in front of guy one, and his stench of choice was a bag which I can only assume was a mixture of cough medicine, manure, and cheese.  Just awful.  I have a fairly strong stomach, but even I was getting a little queazy after a few minutes.  Couple that with poor ventilation and a bus driver who was honking his incredibly annoying horn every six seconds and Sadie’s motion sickness was kicked into gear.  

Sadie held out strong until the last possible minute.  We made it about ten minutes from Como and Sadie had had enough.  All her breathing techniques and attempts at sleeping had failed and she was on the verge making a mess on the bus.  The bus driver pulled over in a tiny town and we hurried off as quickly as possible.  She went off for a few minutes to compose herself and when she came back the sickness had passed.  We had managed to escape the situation, but we were now stuck in a little town outside of Como.  Fortunately, this situation remedied itself fairly quickly once we found a secondary, non smelly bus that took us to the train station without further incident. 

The Ugly: Sadie and I had to sleep in separate rooms because the hostel we booked didn’t have any available mixed rooms.  We were both upset about this arrangement, but I’m glad she was not around after what happened in my room night one.  The room had eight beds, bunk style, all filled with travelers from across the globe.  After having traveled all day, we headed to bed early that first night.  The first few hours of sleep were without incident.  Beautiful breezy night on Lake Como.  At around 2:00am, the last roommate entered the room and this is where the night turned for the worse.  He got to his bed in a drunken stupor and immediately woke me up as he settled in for the night.  I’ve traveled to many a hostel over the past couple years, so I’ve seen my fair share of drunken travelers.  This guy was another breed.  He was ogre like.  In fact, from this point forward he will be referred to as Ogre.  Ogre was about 6’8”, weighing in close to 350 lbs.  When he laid down in the bunk with his head up against the headboard, his feet hung a good foot and half over the end of the bed.  His body was covered in what were probably huge freckles, but they looked more like scales.  He also had bar piercings through both nipples that were comparable in size to the dumbbells I use for my daily workouts.  The guy was enormous.  When he finally managed to maneuver himself into bed he instantly began the trademark breathing rhythm of a person with severe sleep apnea.  It goes something like this.  1) Struggle to inhale to the point that anyone who is around you thinks you are clearly choking and in need of immediate medical assistance.  2) Suddenly and dramatically catch your breath in a way reminiscent of someone winning a hard fought underwater breath holding competition.  3) Exhale loudly releasing all air, similar to that annoying exhale they teach you in a yoga class.

Imagine this going on in the bed five feet from your own.  Now, imagine Ogre is the one with the apnea.  Not a pretty sight.  Even this was something I would have had no problem sleeping through.  What made things even more interesting were his night terrors.  In between his breathing, he began screaming a combination what sounded like Latin and an impressive case of tourettes.  Ogre was frightening me with his unbelievable levels of profanity and impressing me with his Latin all at the same time.  To make things even worse, he started sleep walking around the room while he was having these terrors!!  I tried to pretend like I was sleeping, but I was too interested to see what he was going to do next.  All of the other travelers in the room were awake at this point trying to figure out what to do.  Nobody dared to approach Ogre, so we all just tried to ride it out.  And ride it out we did. I watched the sunrise over Lake Como with Ogre serenading me with choking sounds and f bombs.  Quite a night...

Duomo in Milan

On the way back to Venice we stopped for the day in Milan, which was having its fashion week.  We only had a half day to explore, but we made the most of the time.  Toured the Duomo.  Did some shopping around town.  Took in a fashion show.  Walked the grounds of an ancient castle...

Roof of Duomo

We ended up walking close to ten miles, but we had a great time in Milan.  The craziness of the city was a nice change from the serene days at Lake Como.  

We’re back in Venice now and will be heading on our next adventure in a couple days.  Next stop...ROMA!!!

Hand Update!

***WARNING: NASTY PICTURE BELOW***

Some of you have showed some concern over my hands after I posted my football field incident, so we wanted to give a little update on how they are healing up.  This pic was taken a few days ago and as you can see, even though it looks pretty nasty, the skin underneath is looking good.  My other hand has a similar blister as well, but I've already performed a couple of times on them and they hasn't given me any problems.  

Barn Party

Before we headed out to Italy, Sadie and I were in search of a space in Venice where we could work on some silk skills and possibly put a duet routine together.  If some of you are not aware, Sadie is an incredible contemporary circus performer.  Here is her website if you want to see more...www.silk-nyc.com.

For obvious reasons, the search for just about everything is slightly more difficult in Venice, so you can imagine what it was like trying to find an open space with high enough ceilings, appropriate rigging setup, and one that is reasonably priced.

After putting out some feelers to different contacts in Italy, one of my close friends from the Italian Olympic team, Igor Cassina, put me in touch with a woman, Wanda Moretti, who has an incredible aerial dance company based out of Venice.   After various unsuccessful attempts at getting in touch over the past few months, we finally had our first encounter this past weekend, and it was a memorable first meeting.

Wanda and her dance crew had just returned from being on tour and threw a homecoming party at her studio in Mestre (first town on mainland outside of Venice).  Like all Italian hosts she went out of her way to make us feel included even though we had never met.  In Italy, if you are a friend of a friend, you are family.  We thought this would be great first meet.  See the space.  Meet the other performers and some new people.  Get off the island for a while and see something different.

Just getting outside of Venice was an adventure in itself.  The total distance we had to travel was at most, two miles.  An hour boat ride, 20 minutes on a bus, then on foot for about forty five minutes and we made it.  It was that easy!!  I guess it could have been simplified a bit if we had known where we were going.  We walked in circles for close to an hour when we got of the bus, not knowing which direction to take.  We came very close to just turning around and heading back home, but alas, the eighth person we asked for directions gave us some useful clues.  The dance space was in this park, which I’m sure is very beautiful during the day, but when you are lost in the middle of the night it feels way too much like a scene out of Nightmare of Elm St.  We walked down this deserted path in the woods for a while without any contact with another human being.  With each step we took, Sadie began digging her nails deeper into my arms.  Could this possibly be where the party is at??  We kept walking.  Up ahead, we could vaguely make out the silhouette of a body hanging in front of us.  I have to say, it was definitely a little disconcerting seeing that image in front of us at that point in the journey (Sadie freaked out a bit too, which made things even more interesting...haha).  As we got close we realized it was only an unnecessarily frightening sculpture and that we were safe...for the moment.

Just as we pass the statue, we begin to hear some music and the sound of people laughing.  PLEASE LET THIS BE THE PARTY!!  We walk around one last building and hallelujah, we had made it.  

Amongst the crowd, we find Wanda, who gives us a tour of the space.  It’s perfect.  It has the feel of an old barn that has been transformed into an aerial  space.  We see some ideal spots for rigging up the silks we have shipped from the States.  As we are looking around the space, Sadie notices a hoop (known as a lyra in the contemporary circus world) sitting in the corner.  She lets Wanda know of her affection for hoop and that she has done some performing with it in the past.  Within five minutes of hearing this, Wanda is able to convince Sadie to do an impromptu performance for the whole party, and already has an outfit picked out for her to wear.  I had been outside stuffing my face on some prosciutto and cheese and by the time I went back in, Sadie was already warming up in her new costume.  At this point, the other guests could sense something was happening and they began filtering in one by one.  Sadie picked out a song for her performance (Back to Black by Amy Winehouse) and the show was on.  It all happened rather quickly...

The 100 or so guests were enthralled from start to finish.  Sadie hadn’t performed hoop in a quite sometime before this little show, but it didn’t matter.  That music came on and she went in to performer mode.  It was amazing to watch, even for me who has seen her perform quite a few times.  It only lasted about 3 minutes, but she had captured the audience in that short amount of time and they were in awe.  As she finished, they showed their appreciation with thunderous applause and had her come back out for three curtain calls.

After the swarming crowd subsided a bit, we decided to head back home.  The party had just started, but we had to perform at the Biennale the next morning so we had to miss out on the rest of the nights festivities.  It almost felt like we were at the party specifically to perform!  Sadie had done her act for the night, so we could go home...

Getting back home was a lot easier and we both agreed that the night had been well worth the difficult trek out there. 

Here's a video I took of Sadie's performance.  The quality isn't that great, but you'll at least be able to get the idea...

Wanda Moretti-Vertical Dance Company: http://verticaldancecompany.blogspot.com/p/wanda-moretti_28.html

Gloria: The Opening

So what exactly are we doing out here in Venice? Not the easiest thing in the world to explain, but we’ll try.  We are bringing to life the artistic concepts of Jennifer Allora and Guillermo Calzadilla.  The idea revolves around the melding of the modern dance world with artistic/rhythmic gymnastics.  Add to that wood and steel sculptures in the exact design of business class airline seats, and you have the general idea.  Our pieces are called “Body in Flight” and they play with the idea of gymnasts flying through air on sculptures of objects meant for the air themselves.  We’re aware it can be a little difficult to picture, so hopefully the pics from the last post will help.  We worked for months putting the routines together that incorporated exactly what the artists were looking for with each separate routine.

All the performers with Rebecca, our choreographer 

Let me just say that this project started out as a part time gig and slowly began to consume both of our lives...in a good way.  All of the other performers who helped with the creation (Olga Karmansky, Rachel Salzman, Matt Greenfield, Mike Moran) and of course our amazing choreographer, Rebecca Davis,  played important roles in bringing the concept to reality.  We used Chelsea Piers as a rehearsal space for a while, but then moved to Circus Warehouse in Long Island City for the majority of our training time.  **We have to give CW some love because they were incredible for us during the creation process.  We took over a good chuck of their space for a few months and they couldn’t have been nicer about having us there.  Thank you CW!!  After months and months of trying different concepts, the routines were set, approved by the artists, performers, choreographer, and museum we represented (IMA) and we headed to Venice to wow the art world.

 As you might imagine, we were in fantasy land when we arrived in Venice. Let me set the scene for you...

Venice, Italy.  One of the most enchanting cities in the world.  End of spring brought impossibly beautiful weather.  The ultra rich and their mega yachts in town just for the opening of the exhibits.  Endless amounts of Bellinis calling our names from every direction.  Italian men on their best behavior, only hitting on every third girl, which is a drastic change from their normal habits of going after every woman in their line of sight.  It was paradise, and we were there to showcase what we had been working endlessly on for such a long time.  

Our first full day in Venice was Sadie’s 25th birthday, which we looked at as a positive omen.  Buuuuuuuut, our positivity soon changed once we headed to the US pavilion at the Biennale later that day.  It was the first time we had seen the real sculptures and as you might expect, we both got a little over excited.  We jumped all over the pristine works of art and began showing off our stuff to the artists, curator, photographers, Guggenheim museum workers and interns, IMA staff...you get the idea.  There were a lot of important people there.  Within the first 20 minutes I pulled my hamstring and Sadie ripped her brand new shorts almost in half while showing off her crazy flexibility.  Great start!!!

The first official performance we did was for the jury.  Who are these jurors you ask?  They are a committee of five people from around the world (the countries represented on the jury this year were Egypt, China, France, Italy and the USA) who are given the task of going to each nations pavilion and selecting the recipient of the Gold Lion Award for best national pavilion.  

Sadie and I were given the honor of performing for this group, and we were more than ready.  They would watch the tank performance (USA Track and Field runner on a treadmill fixed to the tread of an upside down army tank) then Sadie, then myself.  (NOTE: Along with the three performances pieces of the American pavilion, there are three other works as well.  A stand alone sculpture when you first walk in, a video playing in another room, and a huge custom made organ hooked up to an ATM machine that plays various melodies as you withdraw money).  
All in all, if we hurried they would be able to get through our pavilion in an hour.

They gave us 20 minutes for everything.  SON OF A BEE STING!!  Plan B was quickly set into motion with a flurry of activity going on at the same time.  Tanks running, gymnastics being performed in two separate rooms, video going, and organ playing strange noises throughout.  Not quite the ideal way to see grasp the entire concept.

Our time slot was 10:00am.  Everything was in position for a seamless execution of all that we had to offer.  The jury shows up and for a reason out of our control, our fearless curator, Lisa Freiman, asks for a five minute push back of our start time.  Let’s just say that this minor request was not appreciated very much by the jury.  Ok, they were furious.  Who did we think we were asking for more time??!  So, they left.  Moved on to the next pavilion without seeing ours at all.  Our whole set up was crushed.  For the next nine hours, Sadie and I stood, in uniform, by our sculptures, adrenaline working overtime, waiting for the jurors to return.  What made it even worse was that every half hour someone would run in saying, “THEY ARE AT THE PAVILION NEXT DOOR!!! THEY WILL BE HERE IN 5 MINUTES!!!!”  Lies...all lies.  

At ten to 7:00pm, the jury strolled back to the US pavilion.  At this point we could barely stand up.  Waiting around all day, getting ready to perform, only to be told no time and time again, sapped us both of our energy.  By the time they walked in the pavilion doors I was working off fumes.  They nonchalantly watched about three minutes of both of our routines, took a quick peek at the remaining sculptures, and left.  They stayed 10 minutes max.  DAMN!!!

Needless to say, we were all pretty devastated.  The Golden Lion was presented a few days later and was given to Germany.  

Cipriani Party

Fortunately, we all settled in pretty well after that.  We used the first week to get adjusted to the time change and consume disgusting amounts of gelato.  The days had a pretty consistent flow to them during the opening few weeks.   We’d take the vaporetto (water bus) from our island of Lido to the Giardini every morning and start preparing for the days performances.  The opening week was so packed with people that we were performing every hour, on the hour from 11:00am to 5:00pm.  Being that our pavilion was so unique and performance based, we regularly had a line hundreds of people long waiting to get in every hour.  And the people would just hang out for hours until they got their chance to view our performances. 

When things had settled and the media/critics left town, the mark we made was pretty evident.  The jury might not have appreciated our pavilion, but the critics and media loved it.  In a lot of ways we were the hit of the Biennale.  This art crowd is pretty far removed from anything athletic, so watching us perform was like going to the Olympic Games for many of them.  They just could not wrap their heads around the idea that the human body could do what we were doing.  

Along with all our time spent at the pavilion performing, we also got a glimpse of Venice in a way I’m certain neither of us will ever experience again.  Each night for that opening week we would finish our shows for the day, make ourselves presentable, then head to some ridiculously extravagant, over the top party.  Appertivo at the Guggenheim?  Just an ordinary Wednesday.  Dinner at Cipriani with the who’s who of the art and music world?  Why not.  Drinks and dancing at the Palazzo Pisani Moretta ?  I guess we can fit it into our schedule.  We tried to blend, but I’m pretty sure it was clear to everyone that we were a bit out of our element.  Nevertheless, it was an incredible way to view the most romantic city in the world.  We’re both just praying for a reason to come back to the next Biennale in two years to experience everything again...

The ladies with Max, director of the IMA

Circus Warehouse website: http://circuswarehouse.com/

Guggenheim website: http://www.guggenheim-venice.it/

Palazzo Pisani Moretta website: http://www.pisanimoretta.com/

Cipriani website: http://www.hotelcipriani.com/web/ocip/hotel_cipriani.jsp

Rehearsal vs. Real Deal

Here are a few before and after pics from our routines.  The pics on the left were taken at Circus Warehouse in NYC and the pics on the right were taken during the opening week of performances in Venice.  We just wanted to give you a little look into the creation process and what it looks like as the final product.