An Austen in Boston
So I recently went out for a solo theater night, just because. I’m a grown up. I can do that sort of thing.
I’m a huge musical theater fan. It’s a little embarrassing how much I love musical theater. I’m a nerd, moving on.
I’d seen a production of the new Broadway tour of An American In Paris advertised. I looooove the movie, and all the reviews were raving. I’m so easily swayed by public opinion, and I really wanted to do something nice just for me halfway through the semester as a pick-me-up, so I bought the cheapest tickets available (which still had a 15$ service fee? Ah, good ‘ole online ticket marketplaces…) all the way up in the tippy-top balcony.
As anyone whose hobby is fashion would do, I took this theater night as an opportunity to wear something fancy and kooky all at once.
The Wang Theatre in Boston provides a suitably glamorous backdrop. I’m wearing this fab vintage disco dress (which I’ll talk about in another post that I’ll link later) that I got from an Etsy site called Pendulum Vintage. With it, I’m wearing a long sleeve high neck black ribbed shirt that I got when I was abroad in Leeds (which you can read all about here!), black opaque tights from Uniqlo, my trusty black heeled booties, and my green velvet bag from TopShop. I’m also sporting Glossier’s Generation G in “Jam” on my lips.
I love, love, love this celestial dress. It’s absolutely amazing. It’s also what I imagine Rainbow Brite would wear once she grew up, which makes me love it even more.
Outfit aside, my seat was honestly not terrible, considering how little I paid and the fact that this was the Broadway National Tour.
Now, I loved the movie, so I was wary of how the musical would stand up. It stood up, folks. Let me tell you, it stood up to the movie and more. The musical was magical and lovely and romantic. It was half ballet, half classic and catchy Gershwin tunes. It was right up my alley, is what it was. I was enraptured.
Every movement, even the moving of props on and off stage, was so finely choreographed and gracefully executed that I couldn’t look away, I didn’t even want to blink. The music was all Gershwin, and I don’t believe that any of it was rearranged (as the final ballet was in the movie), so it was pure and gorgeous. It’s still touring, and if any of you have the chance to go see it, you definitely should!
Overall, it was a lovely night (a finer night I know I’ll never see), and I didn’t even turn back into a pumpkin or have to go home with one shoe at the end of it.
(Another trailer because I can't help myself)