'Your papers, please' must never be heard in America
Independent voices from the TWT Communities
NEW YORK _ When David Hallberg was 9, he brought his brand new tap shoes to show-and-tell at school. The other boys all brought their hockey sticks. It can be lonely being a boy who loves dance, especially in the American heartland.
For Randall Christensen and his wardrobe team at ABC's "Dancing With the Stars," the next 10 weeks are going to be a crystal-encrusted, chiffon-wrapped blur.
During the Depression, dispirited Americans fled to the fantasy of movie musicals, enchanted by celluloid depictions of the impossibly glamorous dressed to the nines. They lost themselves in the dream of high-society decadence and throwing down champagne in faraway places. Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers tripped the light fantastic in Hollywood backlot replicas of five-star European resorts. Strapped Americans spent precious pennies to be Fred-and-Gingered, if only for 97 minutes. That was then.
Naomi Campbell danced on the sidewalk of Madison Avenue in leather hotpants. Alexander Wang led a dance party in a department store. And Vogue's Anna Wintour wore a (gasp) T-shirt.
Naomi Campbell danced on the sidewalk of Madison Avenue in leather hotpants. Alexander Wang led a dance party in a department store. And Vogue's Anna Wintour wore a (gasp) T-shirt.
