Having been lucky enough to experience La Nuit Intime way back in 2007 in the scenester setting of Mr Lynch in Jesmond, I was looking forward to another dose of Liv Lorent’s deconstructed dance piece. Due to the availability of cheap cocktails the first time round, I had somewhat hazy memories of long legs akimbo, glittery skirts, roller skates and a breath-holding moment where a pregnant dancer stood precariously, naked, on a rocking horse.
Having decamped from nightclub to Dance City, La Nuit Intime lost none of its sensuality or immediacy. The packed audience was rapt – attention lured from one vivid vignette to another as the achingly cool soundtrack moved through laughter, love, loss and lust.
Davie Rae
Shaking, sweating, smiling, intense, the dancers gave everything they had to us. The ethereal Gwen Berwick defied the laws of gravity throughout, making en pointe seem like the most natural way to move around. Davie Rae was equally captivating because of his incongruous mix of ballet, b-boy and brickie. But there was not one member of the company who failed to shine, or was easy to forget.
Gwen Berwick
Once again, I felt lucky to have witnessed La Nuit Intime, and to have intimately shared such a night with the rest of the room.
balletLORENT is now remounting la nuit intime and sharing this work with audiences in Aberdeen (The Lemon Tree), Fife (Tiffany’s, Carnegie Hall), Glasgow (The Arches) and Edinburgh (The Traverse) and their surrounding areas during November 2011.
